When It is Written in Stone

I live in a town where people mark their names, prints, and dates in newly paved sidewalks. It’s a family, dog friendly town. The sidewalks are the pedestrian and tricyclers highway to the library, the playground, school, and church. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say I look down a lot. When I do I am rewarded with these little treasures from the past, and not so distant past.