Perhaps because I am so weird I find almost everything around me special; or it may be the fall colors that make everything look a little more special. From the neighbors we call friends, to the no-two-alike, fifty year old houses that make up our neighborhood, to the rock retaining walls making a more level community out of a hillside, special is everywhere I look.
One of the most special things about our neighborhood is our proximity to history. This diner might not look so special to the naked eye, but eleven years ago, George and I met in the street in front of this diner. Yes, this hole in the wall was witness to a life altering historical event (at least for two people at the time, then two more over time).
Then there's the soda counter in the Auburn Drug Company (an actual historic site) where I had my very first soda fountain drink and where my son learns math.
He knows that one dime will buy him two Red Vines and one quarter will buy him five.
At the end of the day, what could be more special than loving the place you call home.
I'd like to note that all the above photos were taken in public. This "special" assignment is helping me overcome one of my "weird" hangups. Thank you Anne!