I never imagined life being one square after another of sidewalk void of smiles. Sometimes like a beam of sunshine reaching from the clouds a welcoming nod or even the faintest of happiness greets me. I know the economy is the roughest it has been for most. A generation is springing up in the midst of this stressful environment yearning to break through the clouds but not even knowing where up is anymore.
When I grew up I can remember when people knew names. On those hot Southern afternoons people would great my Grandfather with smiles and handshakes. The town square used to bustle with the sound of horns calling out their own smiles in the warm, sunny, days of Summer. No matter how hard the paper fans would beat the air, Mothers would pause to comment on my dress and greet us with warm smiles.
