H. D. Dodson

**Not sure what today’s Road Trip is, so I’m posting something I’ve had saved for a while to tell you a little more about me.  Hope you enjoy.**

On the outside, my town doesn’t look like anything special.  But on the inside, it’s something spectacular.

In my town, the police stop traffic for funeral processions.  They step out of their patrol cars and hold their wide-brimmed hats to their chests.  The Captain of the police squad himself will lead the procession, and heaven forbid someone should decide not to pull over.  The Captain’s car will swerve across both lanes, ensuring their quick departure into the grass.

My town is all about respect.

You won’t find big buildings in my town.  No, it’s full of dusty roads and pickup trucks lifted to the sky.  You walk into a store and people shout your name.  On Friday nights, the whole town can be found at the high school’s football stadium.  There aren’t a lot of things to do in my town, unless you like to be outside.  We’ve got beaches, rivers, natural springs, and more wildlife than I can name.

My town is all about community.

In a crisis, the neighbors are always right there to help.  Teenagers host candlelight vigils in memory of lost friends.  Everybody may know your business, but it can lead to unexpected happiness.  Like Christmas gifts brought by a stranger, left on doorsteps, without a word of thanks expected.

I grew up in this town, and I’m proud to call it mine.

And this post has no purpose other than I needed to write it.  So, there ya go.