My Home Town

Dear My Little Home Town:

I heart you! I heart that we can park our car at Tru Stories which is the house my Hippie Husband grew up in to be closer to downtown. I heart that we walk down the alley that we started walking down together when I was 14. I heart that for a few blocks in every direction we could hear the game. One block further is the house I grew up in. I can still picture us on Friday night getting ready for home games. I can see my Mom making hot coco to put in a thermos. My Dad would be in a big hurry to get there in time to find a seat. EVERYONE went to the home games. The bleachers were packed. This is part of who I am, where I came from.
We walked downtown to listen to music at the Harvest Festival. Before the football game we went with Tru Stories for our corn dog. I did not heart the corn dog. We will find a better one tomorrow. I heart walking down main street when it is closed. I heart finding people I know to randomly talk to. We stopped in the local bar for a couple of drinks. I heart that a niece was there and we could sit and chat. When we were done with our drinks we walked back down to see what was on the main stage. Then headed home. The football game was in the last three minutes. It was an exciting ending of the game. We stood outside the fence talking to old retired guys. We knew them. I heart that so much.
Tomorrow will be a crazy busy day! I heart that I am home again.