Hometowns are like blackholes for some people

When I was 10 I used to ride my bike to school everyday. Along the way I had to cross the road at an intersection near the school. Of course they had a crossing guard there, a woman with big puffy hair and glasses who smoked like a chimney and never smiled. She hated me I think because I never paid attention to traffic regulations. When I was a kid, I also used to go swimming at the local indoor pool. There was a woman there named Mary who worked the front counter and who also taught swimming lessons. I think she taught me swimming when I was 7.

This morning I went down to the local pool at about 8am to go for an hour's swim and to get a bit of exercise. When I got there, (lo and behold) Mary was working the front desk with the same sour face. On the walk home down the street, puffy-haired crossing guard lady was there too but with decidedly bleached hair. However, this time she smiled. Then again, I wasn't the same annoying 10-year-old with a bike who didn't like to obey traffic regulations.

All this proves that though some things change, a hell of a lot stays the same. And basically there are two kind of people in small towns --
those who leave
and those who stay.

My sister and I were both the former. Maybe that is why we have turned into the stellar people that we are!

This is a picture of my gorgeous sister.
I love Rebekka immensely.

People say that we look alike. You decide...