my hometown, 3gs frozen custard
My hometown. A main street and a highway that intersect at the square. Little shops, restaurants and specialty businesses tucked around the heart of Bolivar and then scattered from there. Farms that rest on the edge of city limits and softball practices in the summertime. Somewhere this town has captured my heart and I am beginning to cherish it.
When I was much younger, I would bike to 3Gs with friends and enjoy a scoop of ice cream. Or we would stop at someones house for a glass of cold water. People waive to you as you drive by and hold the door open for you wherever you go. Grandmas make cookies to bring to you when you move into your new place and your neighbors mow your lawn while you are away. Yes, it's that kind of place.