So if you had a 93 year old hobbit for a grandmother and she told you that she pulled out the sofa bed by herself when she wanted to sleep downstairs, what would you do? Well if you’re like us, and always up for a good show, you’d say “lets see it old lady!”. So, damned if she didn’t!
After witnessing the feats of strength of Virginia, we enjoyed the singular pleasures of settling into a small town pace of life. Dresden, Ohio truly is all that Mayberry aspired to be. We watched as the languid currents of life floated Rocky (the not-so-self-proclaimed postmaster general) and his daughter across the street from the post office for an impromptu lasagna lunch (an Alexis specialty). Then lounged, read and cooked for the rest of the evening, stocking Gram’s freezer with soup, lasagna, and meatloaf for weeks!
It never fails that we come to Dresden and are reluctant to ever leave. As soon as we install a Hollywood A-list destination spa in the town center, we never have to worry about that sad state of egress again.
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