On our walk today we saw the scene. Scouts were digging up and removing the old Fruit Heights sign that welcomed me h
ome each day. Stephen was happy, I was not. It’s headed for the dump. I wanted to take it home and find a historical society to keep it. It’s a piece of the city. Now there’s nothing there.
Soon their will be a new sign. Some of you are probably cheering but I’ll miss it.
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