The first time I heard it, I was standing at the intersection of Mariner and Como Lake. I was walking home from school after rugby practice, quietly swathed in the spring evening air — warm, sweet and calm. With my cleats in tow, I waited for the light to turn green thinking only of my
The Enduring Spirit Of Our Community
The first time I heard it, I was standing at the intersection of Mariner and Como Lake. I was walking home from school after rugby practice, quietly swathed in the spring evening air — warm, sweet and calm. With my cleats in tow, I waited for the light to turn green thinking only of my