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The bricks are getting really old, wonder how much longer before they must come down.
To give you a sock full of change and send you off on your bike to go shopping alone down down.
This world is not as safe now.
But when I was little....it was safe. GP was so safe, when I was 6 years old I used to walk 4 blocks pushing my baby brother in his stroller and with my 5 year old brother in tow up to Pay-N-Save and buy what ever mama sent us there to get.
I lived down town buying stuff at McGregors, playing with the magic door at Mclain's till they chased us away. Visiting the animals at Chet's. Feeding the pidgeons Blind George's popcorn. Staring at the beautiful glass stuff in Brownell's window. Stopping in to get a hug from my Grandpa Gill and play on the furniture in his store.
It really was the ideal place to grow up.
Small town filled with hard working people. A quiet oasis with a magical river to whisk you off on adventures.
NO READING!!! you know the rules!
Love the GP logic....one direction is allowed to 25 mph and the other direction is 30 mph.
Cross country coaches loved to have us run those hills.