The sign waving in the breeze said open. Last time I looked, the place was still under construction. Oh boy, a new fast food joint.
It was just another example of more and more growth sprawling out across the county. A year ago I had moved out of the subdivision and further out into the country to escape just such growth. Now, here it comes. My way!
When I moved to this area twenty years ago it was very different. A sleepy bedroom community for the nearby city and its hustle and bustle.
This particular intersection had been the meeting of a pair of two lane roads. With very little between this intersection and the next. On one corner stood the school complex. Across the way was a convenience store. The third corner contained a small shopping center with a family owned grocery store. And on the fourth corner stood a small cottage with a white picket fence.
The school complex is still there, but two new high schools have been built further out to accommodate the growing population. The small convenience store has been replaced by a gas station, a big convenience store and a drugstore. The family grocery store is still there, but has been joined on its corner by two banks, a hardware store, several restaurants, a gym and a few other things. And the cottage with the picket fence? Gone and forgotten. Replaced by a drug store, gas station, two pizza places, a chain grocery store with pharmacy, another gym, and half a dozen other retail places. Not to mention a second small strip mall. That includes, on its far end, the new fast food place.
Yes, it’s growing out here. And to manage the demand, the roads are expanding. They’ve been torn up and under construction for years. Some genius thinks all of this is a good idea. It’s a mess.
I know, you can’t stop progress. I’m situated now where it can’t get to me any time soon. It’s like everything else, some folks like it, others don’t. It’s ok.
I don’t like the sprawl, but I do like Burger King. So, yeah, yeah, as I say, not as I do. I stopped in there for lunch. And it was pretty good.
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?