Spring
It was the day of the March Fun Fest, an event I’d helped put on for the first time a few years ago. Now, it was a huge deal, attended by people from towns near and far. There were lots of activities for children and adults, along with a five-k run and a one-mile stroll for kids up to age eight. There was even a “rainbow” booth to provide information to the community at large about sexuality and gender. That had been at my urging.
The town itself still had a fair amount of narrow-minded, bigoted citizens, but more and more, it was the younger members of the community who were changing things, and I was glad. Quite a few of the people I had grown up with had left, but just as many had stayed, and some had even apologized to me for the things they’d said and done in the past, which
