I don’t have any tattoos. My mother asked me not to at a young age and for some reason - I listened to her on this one. But I’ve daydreamed about what I would have most of my life. Likely, the most frequently recurring idea is a “1575” tattoo. The styles and placement have changed as I matured, but the urge has remained.
This isn’t about me getting a tattoo.
I wish it was about permanence. I wish it was about how 1575 will last forever.
But things change. And after 28 years the anchor that 1575 has been in my life, will weigh and set sail. 1575 has been sold. And so it is.
In my heart, despite knowing that the building was for sale, I thought it would always be there - or at least as long as my dad is still living. But the universe has other plans for us - and I can only trust that it means a brighter future in an even more suitable place is in our soon-to-come destiny. A place for Dad and Bill the Cat to settle into and continue to host the best events - a place I can continue to come home to.
In the meantime, it’s never too late to get a tattoo.
1575 Forever.
I'll get a 1575 tattoo! -