Journal



#2,912 Bedford Laurel.

I know, pretty weak attempt to rhyme Falls and Laurel, but look at my town tonight, y’all. It was pure magic, with the trolley zipping back and forth loaded down with families and little children laughing, its bell clanging at each stop, the sidewalks teeming with shoppers.



If you go back to 2010 in this journal and read my posts about life in Laurel then, it’s barely the same place. I loved it dearly then, but these days–it feels like it’s loving us all right back.