Factory Town is like a lot of other places. It has a day. It has a night. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it shines. It gets hot. It gets cold. People move in. People move out. Business can boom. Business can die. You can get hired. You can get fired. People get born. People get dead. People remember. People forget. Souls are saved. Souls are lost. Factory Town does not go away when you sleep. Sure, you dream. Sometimes you dream of Factory Town. Sometimes you dream of that other place.
posted by Fred Garber at 1:07 PM
We just moved to Bordertown. I am married. I have children and grandchildren. My car is silver. There is a rosary hanging from the rearview mirror. There is a bag of mints on the floor and a hammer under the driver's seat. This blog is written by me and I take responsibility for my words. The views are my own. If anything has been published elsewhere it is noted. If you have questions please email me thru this site. © 2005-2011 Frederick J. Garber All rights reserved.
2 Comments:
I had to copy this one in my notebook to read again and again.
Thanks Patry!!!
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