Trip back part 2

Here's the school (well - the school site, almost none of it is the same building as when I went there) where I first felt the sting of rejection - again and again and again. I find myself wondering if people who live there now feel the same way, or have things changed? Have the people I grew up with changed? Would they respect me now? Should it really be something I still think about after 20 years? (Give it up, Jude)

The new arena. I've never been in it. The one used when I lived there was old and ratty. I'll bet this one is the town's pride and joy. Can one grow up in a small town without loving hockey and be accepted?





And the hustling, bustling Central Avenue. Okay, to be fair, I did take this in the early evening. But honestly, there's not that many more cars at 2 pm. Yet it is a thriving town, with at least 4 major businesses that employ a good part of the population. That seems to be key for small towns - to survive, have one or more major businesses that can keep employing people as all the small farms get swallowed up.


This is the infamous Not-A-Road. It sure looks like a road, doesn't it? But it's not.