This is actually my mother’s hometown. Back in the 90s we’d go back every summer to visit the family living back there, and when I look back on those times, the most fun I probably had was playing the NES with my younger cousin.

Maybe it’s only because I was born in San Francisco and can’t stand small towns, but Reading just feels so ancient and stagnant to me. Just about every memory I have of the place is bad, and I really would not want to go back there anytime soon, if ever.

(Sorry, mom.)