Jonathan Meyer.

Nothing beats surprise visits. I’ll stand with that belief forever and always. There’s something special about walking up the steps, opening the door, and greeting your family when absolutely no one is expecting you. On Saturday, I decided to take that opportunity–packing up my Taurus and driving back home to raise some metaphorical hell.

Of course I was greeted by dogs barking, and a rather unsuspecting father, saying “hi”. I noticed my golden lab Bailey first. Her faded coat brought a bit of sadness to my visit. Realizing that time isn’t always guaranteed loomed over my belly scratches and hallway roughhousing. She’s eight years old after all.

I remember reading some academic nonsense a few years ago, about how after you leave for college you’ve spent the majority of time with your parents, and the majority of your time with them is now behind you. What a way to start freshman orientation. A bunch of sad/scared first year students being reminded that time with their parents is now fleeting.

Thankfully, after that deep philosophical thought, I was able to spend some time with the legendary, incredible, and unmistakable–Michael D. Davis. We pay for an office, might as well use it! Something that I’m constantly reminded of is: how rare it is, to have a reporter that has spent their entire life in the community where they work. Michael has been a lifelong Toledo resident, and is quite secure in his role as reporter. His thirty years of life experience along with four years of reporting, puts him in a unique place. I always appreciate that when we spend time together talking about the happenings in town.

My time at home was highlighted by eating Sunday breakfast with my family at Lucky’s inside the casino. Having a pot of coffee with your dad is the kind of memory that doesn’t go away. I feel like a true adult, both in life experience and in choice of beverage. I am no longer the kid who drinks juice at breakfast, I drink the same coffee (maybe an even darker roast) that my dad also does. While my comments feel sporadic and non-sequential, I found my time at home beautiful and profound. Knowing that my daily experiences are shaped by the community I come from (and strive to return to) keeps me humble and appreciative.

In a reflective mood, I’m Just Jonathan.