Every time I return to the area, I make sure to stop at the spring on #6 road. Usually it's as I am on my way back to middle America, where I fled from the economic disaster that largely destroyed the little world you describe so vividly in your writing. I always fill some empty bottles so I have a piece of the old times with me as I drive away.
Nice piece. I have filled many a milk jug at that spring on #6 Road.
Wonderful, heartfelt writing
Every time I return to the area, I make sure to stop at the spring on #6 road. Usually it's as I am on my way back to middle America, where I fled from the economic disaster that largely destroyed the little world you describe so vividly in your writing. I always fill some empty bottles so I have a piece of the old times with me as I drive away.