No Place Like Home

I live in a town whose population of 27,000 drops to 10,000 in one weekend in May.

. . . where it’s common to look up and see a pair of sneakers swinging from a telephone wire

. . . where a doe and her fawns wander through town at will, surprising visitors, annoying gardeners and delighting the rest of us

. . . where pedestrians cross streets without looking up from their phones

. . . where the average age is 22 and never gets older

. . . where the driving proficiency is about the same as a 12 year old

. . . probably because of the daily hazards of electric scooters, bikes, and skateboards flying at breakneck speed throughout

. . . whose population goes back to 27,000 in late August, each person, of course with his own car

Oh well. Hello. Welcome summer!