Educated in a small town
Taught to fear Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic, that's me
Yeah, that's me. Raised in a small town and now living in a much bigger town. Like a lot of us.
But there are times when I find myself back in a small town and there is that tinge, that "oh, shit, I'm home" feeling that I had when I returned to my hometown a few weeks ago, swung by the old haunts and caught up with an old friend over a couple drinks too many.
I had that feeling in the early days of this blog as I watched a small town Halloween celebration in Punxsutawney PA. I had that feeling when I walked the streets of Grand Marais MN earlier this year.
And a Twitterer that I saw there (but never met...long story) just tweeted a link to his 1:17 condensation of the 6 minute 4th of July parade there.
There is just something so perfect about a 6 minute parade in a small town.
And I think I wish I had been there...
Maybe the money saved on the parade went for the fireworks extravaganza? What a great slice of Americana.
Posted by: Paul W. Swansen | July 07, 2009 at 07:47