I found it. I found Easy Street.

So I turned on Easy Street to see if this is the path on which I wanted to direct my travels. Alas, I was not very impressed. Just a row of businesses that look as though they are either just beginning or have gone there to die.

There was a flashy gas station on the corner that I didn’t capture in my photographs. It was a Race Trac and had all the glitz and glamour that a gas station should. 😉

So thinking of all the times my mother told me that I wished I lived on Easy Street, I can honestly tell her that no, I don’t. Not one bit. Easy St looks rather bland and lifeless, in my opinion.

Even though the road I’ve been on has had lots of twists, turns, sharp rights, accidents, construction, the whole lot of it, it’s given me scenery I never would have seen, let me meet fellow travelers from whom I have learned so much, and made me the person I am.  The trials in my life have been worth it. I prefer all of the work that goes in to taking the Hard Rd.