My First Walk in America
After three weeks in Europe
My toe was hurting today so I decided to go for a walk.
My hometown of Fishers, Indiana was one of humble beginnings that has blossomed in the past 10 years.
A city steadily rising further from 100,000 residents has growing in part due to its new constructions, one of the beautiful things that can happen when you pave over someone’s childhood home and turn it into a “mixed-used development.”
Sometimes, though, the rapid collapsing of a city’s soul opens up the window for a small crevice of happiness splitting the city in two.
That’s right: a walking path.
It’s been rare to have access to something so chic and European, but America is starting to open its eyes to these wonderous strips of asphalt.
They give you the ability to tuck away those car keys and drink a beer while on the move.
The path has been here in Fishers for a while, but my car gets me most places, so I haven’t taken it. But today I did.
It was my first walk since returning to the States from Europe, while I spent three weeks on tour with Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band. That tour is why my toe hurts, by the way.
