Monday, August 10, 2009

Welcome to Perrysburg

I had uneventful flights, a nice quiet layover in Chicago (ORD) where I found place to plug in the laptop and review recent writings and call a few friends while I waited for the flight to Toledo.

Perrysburg in summer brings back memories of long days riding bikes under the old trees along the streets, the smell of mown grass, and field after field of corn and soybeans. Despite its almost exponential growth in the last thirty-five years, this is still farming country and still a place to smell alfalfa drying at the grain elevator and hear the cicadas and crickets in twilight.

I have lived in a lot of places in my life, and I have lived in some very beautiful places with mountains in my window, palm trees in the yard, and the Great Lakes within a short walk, but this will always be home.