(A Five Minute Friday post. Start your timers.)
I live in Marshall, Michigan, the same town where five generations of my family have lived. It is, and I am not exaggerating, a perfect example of how wonderful small towns can be.
I live in an historic home within walking distance of my dentist, a hospital, the civic theater, my church, and the local bakery. I send the boys to the barber with cash and to the corner gas station for milk. We take our wagon on trips to the farmers market.
Marshall isn't perfect, but it sure feels like it some days.
I live in Marshall, Michigan, the same town where five generations of my family have lived. It is, and I am not exaggerating, a perfect example of how wonderful small towns can be.
I live in an historic home within walking distance of my dentist, a hospital, the civic theater, my church, and the local bakery. I send the boys to the barber with cash and to the corner gas station for milk. We take our wagon on trips to the farmers market.
Marshall isn't perfect, but it sure feels like it some days.
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