For me, Brandon was so much more than just another city to visit. It was a place to call home, to share a meal, to shop amongst the locals at Wal-Mart, and a place to plant my webbed feet... for about 12 hours. In the end, I think both Brandon and I will both be the richer for our time together.

I don't quite buy into the notion of a town blooming, but I must admit it's nice imagery.	But if not blooming, it's booming. And good news -- pad space is still available near Home Depot.	Not everything is shiny and new here, and I actually prefer the brick facade of things more classic.
The fire station is from 1911, and by all indications, is still a fully functional duty station.	The rice factory, I suspect, cannot claim the same fame, even if the name looks freshly painted.	Nothing. Just a park and fountain and some pretty flowers. But you have to stop for the flowers, too.