Chattanooga Is Home

~Every evening, when I leave work and head toward the parking garage I pass by a security gaurd. And every evening that I pass that security gaurd I am greeted with a big smile and a countdown to Saturday.

“One down, just four more to go!”

“You made it through two! Stay warm going home!”

“Hump day! Almost there.”

“Yeah! One more day, just one more day, you can do it!”

It’s not just me he is talking to, it is all the folks done with their day and just ready to get on with their non-work lives. And his cheering for us makes me eager to see him the next day.

~Last Friday I took the bus home at an earlier hour than I normally do. The bus had the most people I had ever seen and they were all talking to one another, in the comraderie that regulars have.

At one of the stops a woman was boarding with an upright cart full of her groceries. Another passenger, younger and stronger than this woman, went off the bus and carried the cart on to the bus for her. When she got off again the same passenger helped her take the cart off the bus.

~Yesterday my glasses sort of broke. They had been stepped on by silly me and the arm and hinge were bent. I could wear them but it was uncomfortable and a bit precarious.

At lunch I took the glasses to one of optomotrists’ offices to see if they could fix the glasses. About 5 minutes later I had my glasses back, sitting properly on my face, and there was no charge! The technician even cleaned the glasses for me.

Chattanooga is full of so much beauty and the beauty doesn’t just come from the rivers and moutains. It comes from the people who call this city home. I’m glad they are my neighbors.