I had a pleasant encounter with a 73-year-old woman on the steps of city hall.
She said she was born in 1942 in the hospital that was kitty-corner to us. She said it burned down and the senior’s center now sits in its place.
Directly across the street from us is where she went to school. That building has since become the fire hall.
Now we were on the third corner. It was a delightful meeting. And it was very local!