On my way out of town on a cold dreary day I stopped by the JC skating rink. I noticed a trickle of cars picking around for parking spaces in the lot and figured it'll be a place to lift my spirits before the long drive to Alabama.
The night before was "All Night Skating" and the rink had over 300 skaters. But this day the place seemed a bit hung over to me. There was some stirring going on albeit in a subdued kind of way. And I puttered around looking for something maybe I left way back when in my childhood.
I left feeling a little blue so I was hoping to find warmth on down south. I promised myself a return to experience the whirl and whimsy of small town fun and even a trip or two around my memory.
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