April 15, 2013: A day that will live in infamy, for Boston, and America, began on a wonderful, exciting, note and while my friend and I were later as riveted and horrified by the images we saw when we got home, that evening, as the rest of America, I want to share images that, I hope, will bring a smile to your face.
It was down that lonely road that I road my bike 5 miles to old town Spring, to treat a fellow cat blogger, and longtime friend, to lunch.
I wanted to do something besides sit around the house 3 days before the first of my eye cancer surgeries and so called her up the week before to invite her out for our historic meeting.
Marilynn Smith and I have known each other for several years but, until I moved here to Houston, had never met in person.
We rectified that when I treated her to lunch in her hometown
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A retired teacher, with a love for cats, of which she has several, Marilynn and I have a surprising connection that I, especially, find quite amusing to ponder.
You see, I was born in Pomona, Ca. in 1960, and lived my first 8 years in Claremont, the college town next door.
Guess who was going to college there between 1960 and 1963?
It is entirely possible that we crossed paths in the Claremont Village:
On the street as my parents wheeled me around in a stroller, or I was taking my first adventuresome steps on my own.
On a bus. In a restaurant, or other business. In the ladies room, somewhere, where I was getting my diaper changed, or being breast fed.
It’s a small world.
It was a pleasure to meet her and she was a joy to be around, bubbling with the same personality I had grown to know on her blogs and via email and facebook.
After lunch we walked around the old streets, looking at quaint little stores, all closed because, apparently Monday and Tuesday are the weekend in this corner of wider Spring.
Restaurants (One of which is historic, and the oldest business in town), antique shops, pet shops, 2 museums, used bookstores, clothing and a variety of specialty stores, 150 businesses in all, are here, in very old buildings.
There is a wine and art festival in March, the Texas Crawfish and Music Festival in April, and Petfest in October.
This old 1900's railroad town is far from a sleepy little community.
Exploring the town I found several reasons to return in the future, not least of which would be to visit with my friend again someday.
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