The Park In Laurel Park

Each morning I rise to a beautiful day. Rain or shine there is the promise of something special, something new.

I know this, in part because Dolce, my wife's Shih Tzu, always awakens with a smile and an eager anticipation of our daily walk to "the park". Laurel Park, park, is only steps away from us. It does, in many ways, represent what I mean by "The Pretty Little City with a Great Big Heart". Laurel Park is the meeting of young and old, man and woman, human and canine. Each morning there is an impromptu parade of pets. Precious loved ones of all shapes, sizes and coiffures. All smiling and prancing proudly while their honor bound escorts follow with plastic bags in hand. The cinder trail meanders causally through carefully planted and trimmed bushes and trees, then strolls past a stream, a pond and a playground for the children. Everyone nods and says hello, admiring your pup as you return the compliment in kind. You take your time and you see each soul in it's search for meaning in their different stages of life and you know that in some small measure, each finds peace, tranquility and meaning, here.