The Human Parts Open Thread: Letter to a Stranger
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Dear Sno-Cone lady,

I want to thank you immensely for being there when I got back to town last week. It has been years since I’ve spent the summer in my hometown, at least 5 years since I moved to California to grow into my own life, and about that long since I last saw you. But there you were, right there on Main St., still shaving the best ice with the best flavors and options to add gumballs to the bottom…

When I got back to town, I was greeted by my family and friends, all people that have changed since I left so long ago. Everyone is getting older and doing different things with their lives now. My dad has remodeled the house and plans to move in with his new fiancé in another city. Both my younger brothers will be out of town soon, moving on to other places. But you were still there, on the corner by the river, where I used to eat sno-cones with my pet duck when I was 18 years old…

Things have changed so much here…new businesses are moving in, places that I used to frequent while in high school have been shut down and replaced by fancier more corporate establishments. The old Subway, where I got my first job when I was 16 years old, has been replaced by new restaurants at least three times and now stands empty, a gaping hole in the line of new shops. But you have managed to stay, to continue providing the sugary ice that helped us beat those hot Texas summers…

Thank you for your dedication. Thank you for your sweet ice. Thank you for reminding me that this is still home and that some things will never change…

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