There are certain aspects of society that feel more special when you live in a community of less than 17,000 people. A place where you seem to run across the same people at the store or the post office. A town where if you go to work at the same time and leave work at the same time each day, you are bound to meet up with the same fella at the downtown stop light at around 5:15 p.m.
I’m thinking of those kinds of things that give you a special feeling, like people standing on the side of the road as the championship little league team is seen crammed on the bed of truck. Everyone cheers them on as they come back to town having defeated a regional rival.
“Way to go boys,” is heard along with whistles and “Good job mijo!” from the crowd. Police cars escort the team with lights on and sirens blaring. This could happen in any old town or big city, but it feels like there is a bit of magic in the air when teenage kids wearing baseball uniforms are celebrated as hometown celebrities.
In big cities, places where each corner is filled with a building, signs, lights, and advertisements of all kinds, there are colors and smells that keep you looking in every direction. All that is not enough to beat the moment of wonder you get when you are walking along a regular street in a regular neighborhood and you stop at a lemonade stand.
This happened to me recently. It’s the best time of the year to sell ice cold lemonade. It taste extra special when it’s only $1.00 a cup and a brother and sister are behind the fold-up table with a sign that says Lemonade Sale — $1.
“Do you a want to buy cup of lemonade?” asks the younger sister as they both run up to me before I make it to their street corner. I say “yes, of course!” not just because it was perfect on a hot summer day, but also because these kids found time in their day to become young entrepreneurs.
They must have been about six and eight years old. I imagine they woke up that day wanting to make an extra buck, found a table, some lemonade powder, water, and…