All in Hometown

I don’t have a town that feels like home. Equally, no town feels alien. All towns offer the same capacity for belonging. All have the same availability of familiarity.

The village of Dorset provided me with a lifeline to the world. A library where I could take as many books out as I wanted. A country club where I learned how to play tennis. A quarry where I learned how to swim.

The sound of the fighter jets can be heard before they are seen. Here they come the crowd collective holds their breath. Once upon us the crowd cheers and applauds. The parade begins. My hometown is a typical midwestern town.