For all my new friends here, delving into the archives a bit … this one from May 2014.
There are times when I love people beyond words. A tiny girl in our neighborhood is learning to walk. Every day now we see her with her dad or mom, pushing a little Fisher-Price cart, slowly making her way down the sidewalk. This morning I was on the balcony dead-heading flowers and here she came with her mama. They waited until the coast was clear, then headed across the street in our direction. About the time they reached the mid-point, a police car approached from the east and stopped well short of the intersection … and waited … and waited … and then when Little Miss had safely reached the curb the car rolled ever so slowly up the street. Nobody hurried her, not a hint of impatience was displayed down there on that ordinarily busy street. Something very important was taking place and everything else could wait. You rock, Lawrence, Kansas, yes you do.
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Aug 23, 2015 @ 09:47:01
The image you draw with your words is so perfect, I can almost smell the sunshine. Thank you for sharing.
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Aug 24, 2015 @ 09:11:17
Oh, thank you, Maureen!
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Aug 21, 2015 @ 17:39:30
I love that. So nice to read things like this.
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Aug 22, 2015 @ 07:49:02
East Lawrence is all about people and babies and dogs and bicycles and music and art and tantalizing food aromas. Our intersection offers up a cross-section of Lawrence life 24/7 and it’s invigorating and soothing at the same time. So glad you enjoyed this little story, Carrie.
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