I saw on my local news last night that the Elks Lodge building in my home town (Clinton, MO) had collapsed. I proceeded to call my mother (who was downtown watching all the emergency crews) and my best friend (who was in Fayetteville with no idea what was going on) but forgot to call my father-in-law who has connections to Clinton.
Well, the story was all over national news today, and their stories made me sad. Clinton seems like such a lame town when they write about it, but they haven’t spent days and weeks and years of their lives cruising and shopping and working on the Square. The Square is the heart and soul of Clinton: it’s been around longer than my grandparents have been.
The truth is, the Clinton Square will never be the same, and that makes me sad. Yes, I probably never live their again, but it’s still home, and I feel like a little bit of me has died with Clinton tonight.
