Having just returned from a visit to a large metropolitan city in the Midwest, I find myself, once again, counting the many blessing of living on Marco Island.
As usual, I “devour” any and all local newspapers wherever I am and found an interesting brief but important editorial piece in one of the area papers.
“Homecomings and other festivals are meant to be a time for friends and neighbors to meet up for good, family fun” … was the opening sentence, but it quickly went on to describe their “festivals” as having turned into havens for “young punks” who carry various weapons, and they are not looking for hot dogs with relish. It describes how a 17 year old was shot after the local police had just broken up a fight involving 35 people. Seems this is the “rule” versus being the “exception.”
It made me think of the recent community events Marco Islander’s have enjoyed, including our first Seafood Festival and the Marco Police Foundation’s Music Concert. To my knowledge, no fights, no shootings, no muggings. Just thousands of locals demonstrating the civility of our neighbors and ourselves.
Having attended both events, I began to picture the children running around the many vendors booths at the Seafood Festival, adults showing off their dogs to other animal lovers, hundreds jumping up to dance to one of the golden oldies and lots of smiling, laughing and family fun.
I guess I am guilty of taking the beauty and tranquility of our Island for granted, at least until I make that occasional trip back up north. I always look forward to seeing, then crossing the J.J. Jolley Bridge for, as I get closer to the bridge, my smile gets bigger and bigger as it welcomes me home.
As a good friend always reminds me … ”and we live here!”