For the first time in years I wasn’t able to make it to Jamboree Days in my hometown of New Auburn (Grandma’s 100th birthday, a decent excuse). The newspaper had photos of the parade, including this one, which makes me happy and sad at once because I know the feller, I know the street, and way in the background there, that short little section of tall roof? My old house, the one I lived in while I wrote Population 485.
I sure love Nobbern.