Sorry I'm Not From Around Here Section :: Page 4
Imagine, dear readers, if you will: a movie theater at which you supply your own seats, your own sound. At which children and adults alike are free to roam the grounds during the film without bothering anybody. At which you can literally close a door upon your rowdy child (and yourself, too, because we’re not monsters, here) and still enjoy the film?
August 1 marked my four year anniversary as a resident of Yellow Springs, and in all that time, I had yet to attend one of the annual block parties until last weekend.
My daughter’s first days at swim lessons at Gaunt Park Pool make me reflect (ha!) on my own childhood love for swimming.
Several weeks ago, I went to a screening of Amelie at the Little Art’s “Last Reel Film Festival.” Then I got married. I’ll explain how these two things are, vaguely, related.
Last year, with a broken heart and nothing but $200 to console me, I wrote about the loss of my favorite car. And here I am, getting ready to write about cars again.
I began to wonder what it is that makes it so hard for me to approach people sometimes. In this particular case, it probably had at least a little to do with the fact that I was walking around wearing big ol’ headphones.
A few weeks ago, the news ran its annual holiday story, in which various community members shared stories that they thought exemplified a sense of community. I thought I’d chime in with my own addition.
For community members who need a little help this time of year, and year-round, there is assistance available via a variety of organizations, listed here. And for those who have more than enough, why not consider donating to one or several of these causes?
The painting of a room is not just slapping some color on a wall.
Just look at that bike up there. Jealous? It’s alright, I totally understand. Allow yourselves a moment to reign in your considerable envy, then please, read on.