Walking to work this morning in my small town I had to walk around the trucks lined up on Main Street, diverging from my normal morning route. I was slightly annoyed as I crossed Maple Street until I saw what they were doing — painting the white line red, white and blue for this weekend’s Memorial Day parade. #Awww. #Life in a small town.
I marched in this parade years ago, year after year, with my two small daughters as their Girl Scout Troop leader. The first year I stood on the sidelines to watch was the year it hit me like a rock that my babies were growing up.
Later this morning I watched as, across the street from the yoga studio where I work, a small store emptied out its various clothing racks, mannequins and going out of business signs. Although I had never even been in the store (hmm), I felt sad as I watched the pickup truck drive away, a tarp over someone’s dream.
Life in a small town. To be continued. Maybe.