“Cultivate a talent for whimsy.” ~ Dr. SunWolf
Growing up, I remember many a football game framed by beautiful sunsets. The Sorghum Bowl of 2014 lived up to those memories. Back then, the field was inside a double fence with ivy growing up its chain links. The vines had become so tall and thick that it formed a canopy you could walk through like a tunnel. It was dark like a tunnel, too. Legions of stories born inside the leafy confines were no doubt lost when the fence came down. That happened long before the tornado blew through. It’s all left to nostalgia now.
Tonight, Kim Cox, my BFF from High School, introduced me as her “partner in crime” to her man Tim Tingle. With good reason, too. We had quite a few laughs about our shenanigans inside that ivy fence. We were so lucky to grow up with one another in such a loving, kind little town. And contrary to our youthful indiscretions, we were actually very good kids. I wouldn’t trade her friendship for anything.
West Liberty is very, very different now, but I couldn’t be more thankful for it. My life would be so less rich without this little village and all its beautiful sunsets.
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