Today I went to Cokato for an Open House and Mary's 1oth Birthday Party (yes, Marilyn, Peg!). My mom was kind enough to watch the rugrats from 1:00 - 3:00 for the Open. I dropped them off, and headed to town. As I was waiting to turn from 100 to Hwy 12, a car was turning north on 100. The driver rolled through the turn and then rolled down his window. I was SO HAPPY to see Glenn. We had a short (as you can imagine) conversation, during which we expressed happiness to see each other, and I wished him well with all the good things he has going on. I drove away tickled that we all grew up. That we all, regarldess of past, wish each other well and that sense of humanity was really welcome and refreshing.
Later, on my way back to pick up the kids, I drove by the neighbors and they were all outside playing ball. Ben gave me a wave. Whether or not he knew it was me, I was filled with that "hometown" feeling. A feeling you can only get from being raised in a small town. The kind where you wave at every passing car, because more than likely, you know them.
As the Corn Carnival opens tomorrow, I hope to have many more of these moments!