
I'm feeling melancholy, and it has a lot to do with leaving Ironwood again.
Today I drove the car over a patch of ice that broke, revealing a hole in the road, half a foot full of water. My brother and sister and I couldn't push it out, but lo and behold we were rescued by the guy from the neighboring collision center, who happened by. He hooked the car up with a chain and pulled us out, just 'cause.
And that's what this "what-I-love-about-Ironwood" is about. People here do nice things for no reason at all, things that even friends will make a deal about.
I want to make a book of things I love about Ironwood.