Nothing brings perspective than recalling the past for my children. There are stories to be told which hearken back to my grandfather's days.
One of my favorite stories involves Bush's pasture (not park) and some devious young boys and their experiments with smoking. The story goes that my grandfather, his brothers and friends were off sneaking a cigarette in Bush's pasture, one thing led to another and ended with a small brush fire. Nothing serious.
There are many other stories, as my father didn't fall far from the tree when it came to the devious department.
This recent nostalgia stems from my observations while driving through downtown on many a night. I can see the change and I love it.
I love the people milling about. I love the activity. I love the sense of community. I know it's no Portland or Seattle but something is brewing and it's wonderful.
I can't claim the same lineage when it comes to blogging as I'm a virtual baby of this world. But it appears the Salem blogging community is becoming just as vibrant as our downtown core. If you haven't yet, please check out the Salemites blog. This is a hub of some of the Salem area bloggers.
Take a try at the periodic trivia contests.