glover road (n).

702a1d85dd92401a58ca8e6f0e7e223fI drove the streets of the town I grew up in, and nothing is the same. Eight lane intersections, and across from the wrinkly Best Western, four or five glamorous car dealerships, bright signs and all. On old sleepy farm lands there are now rows of tidy townhouses. It is all different, and me, I am not who I was when I lived there. My how we have all grown.