I like change. I like the possibility that something might take me to new ideas, new experiences, new growths, and new visions. I might even be influenced by observing those around me being all in for this grand innovation. I may want to join the crowd and be like them. I don't want to be left behind - the pressure of belonging.
In this story, state government officials, town fathers, or somebody decided to make a move - literally. Most likely for reasons they could justify - expedite congested traffic, better safety, provide more space, etc. Some may have even thought that the old water fountain was behind the times and the town needed a fresh distinguishing symbol. Who knows?
But that decision led to the cement warning light. Then that led to the hanging traffic light that in turn led to the four posted traffic lights in place today. And now with far fewer vehicles passing through.
I went back and looked at a very recent photo my daughter, Chris Kalinich, took while visiting her aunt in Emmitsburg. She sent me a copy.
It shows the village square today (check out my website to see the pic.) I peered at length at the image. I began visualizing the ancient water fountain sitting proudly in the center of town - its base surrounded with blossoming flowers. And wondered.
Could it still coexist with life in Emmitsburg? Would its beauty and tranquility soothe the fettered brows of all who pass by? Would parents walk children by and stand there pointing out the joy it brings?
Might it not even draw tourists from the busy rerouted US 15? Would they pause to stop for a while? Might they gander at the enchantment of a quaint rural village nestled among the Mountains of Maryland? Maybe even sneak in a slice of pizza or lick a dripping ice cream cone?
Perhaps, I should have thought of that fountain when I excitedly bought my first cell phone those many years ago.
Just think'n.
I pray you have time to smell the roses along with me.
Happy September.
