On Gloucester

Welcome to Gloucester, a city of once great traditions. A city where our heroes were once the brave fishermen are now our drunkard sports captains. A city where art was once seen as the great works of Fitz Hugh Lane or a finely crafted schooner is now rapping behind a computer screen or a "perfectly" rolled joint. A city where our women were once strong and beautiful, but now they are just girls hunting for sex and alcohol. A city once revered as a place of close bonds and hearty people now has a renown of heroin addicts and pregnant tenth graders. Gloucester, I love you and it is true that you have changed, but I have one question for you... Did it always have to be this way?