In grade school, several decades ago, in our very small town; God wasn’t barred from school, computers and cellphones were absent, tv wasn’t the cesspool it is now. We walked single-file, our whole class, down to see the latest holiday window decorations at the little florist down the street from the school just to have an outing. Our principal was an energetic crippled man on crutches. - I’m just homesick for a more innocent time and place, I guess.
Me, too, especially considering I can't help raise my great-grand and grandkids there.