March 8, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love where I live (well, so I didn’t say it, I typed it. But still. You get the idea. Right?).
I love it because I have neighbors and friends and family close by. I love it because even when my neighbors move they are still my neighbors and they still like us. Mostly.
I love it because my brothers live three blocks away.This is both a blessing and a curse. HA.
I love it because our little town totally has our back. It’s like Mayberry, y’all.
I love it because if our child escapes (AND HE DOES) it’s quite possible that SOMEONE I know will drive by, notice him running towards the park, see me running around looking for him and put two-and-two together and realize that wasn’t a random eight-year-old running towards the park to play on the softball field , that it was the amazing Bugaboo, escaping and running away. And saving me from calling the police and totally losing it. Again.
NOT THAT IT HAS HAPPENED RECENTLY. Certainly wasn’t yesterday. Ahem. (Yes, it was really, really scary and I’m totally zoned out today as a result)
But say it did happen? Again? So glad the community has my back.
And so glad we have things like AWAARE to help us.
And so glad they have resources to guide us.
And so glad they have Project Lifesaver. Which we’re going to try to get here. So stay tuned on that.