When I’m in my own home town, which is a good portion of the time, I walk a lot. It’s an old habit, one I adopted as a public school student.
My assigned school bus stop was two miles from my parent’s house. The bus stop was on a hard road, but our home sat very near the end of a twisty, rutted, dirt path that alternated between states of dusty, muddy, or ice covered. It very much resembled the old adage about long walks except that it was only uphill one way.
My siblings and I still refer to our parent’s house as “The Mountain.” [Read more…]