ABOUT LIKE THE BUSINESS DISTRICT OF DOUGLAS, MASS.!
“Don’t blink. You’ll miss it!” said my dad as we approached the micro-metropolis of Chugwater, WY.
Because I was five years old or so, I was literal minded. I conscientiously kept my eyes open the whole way through the town so I could see every micron of the sainted place. There were a lot of towns like that in my early childhood, the years of crossing Wyoming in a green Ford, with Aunt Martha in the back seat with us sometimes.
In my California life there was one of those towns, too, and driving from my house in Descanso (nearly missed being one of those towns) to the Laguna Mountains, if I had kids in my car I always said, “We’re almost to Guatay! Don’t blink or you’ll miss it!” And, just like my brother and I, the kids in the back seat kept their eyes open and…
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