An Open Letter to LaGrange
Day 10/40 Yes, it seems odd to write a letter to a place. A place cannot laugh or cry at my feelings or thoughts. But there are places that have built us from the inside out, whether we like it or not. And there are many places that built me. So without further ado, if my hometown could read, these are some things I'd want it to know: Dear LaGrange, You saw a lot of me stand in your wind before I was even born. My family has been here for an American millennia. You've seen their struggles and their triumphs long before I was an idea in anyone's mind. They plowed your land, grew plants and animals on it. And now many of them are buried beneath the same soil that dirtied their hands. You were a home for them. You were their familiar face. And you were that same entity for thousands of other souls before you were for me. Sometimes I'll stand at the corner of Main and First, looking across the street at the courthouse yard and wonder how many lives have trotted through. How
