Signals Midwest Memo
I closed my eyes, counting my blessings one by one. Confessing memories and sharing childhood secrets. We shared a town, a conversation, some friends and a roof for a few hours and I took for granted just how easy it was to live. Did you make the arguments that you felt you needed to? Did you appreciate those who surrounded you? It might have been in a classroom in the early 2000s that our feet walked these same halls.
