And today’s post borders on “who gives a crap” and “yeah, I know what you mean”.
My Dad’s Family grew up in town, first as kids on Water Street, and then as adults on Main Street, across from the Catholic Church and Ford Dealership, with the Spring Grove Elementary and also the Junior High School across the alley in the back of their row home.
Having a basic understanding of your birth place can provide more benefits than if you don’t understand. For in the understanding, we begin to see our commonalities.
Saturday my son and I ran errands and spent the day doing stuff. I constantly remind him that were we live is a special place. Some people only get to visit once or twice in a lifetime. We drove through it on our way home.