I live in Pleasant Grove. I love Pleasant Grove. When I started my first business back in 1991, I got a P.O. Box in Pleasant Grove, even though it was two towns away, because I wanted to have Pleasant Grove as a return address. I loved the name. I also loved the small, sleepy community that is was then.
When events aligned and required a move to a new home, our one and only requirement was it had to be in Pleasant Grove. PG was bigger by then, and it's even bigger now, which I don't like at all. But back in 1997, the only thing I didn't like about Pleasant Grove was it's itsy bitsy library. That, unfortunately, hasn't changed.
Today I went to our itsy bitsy library looking for the Whitney Award finalists. I found five. That's it. Five. Some of the titles I wanted were checked out, but more than half of the finalists weren't even listed as possibilities.
Sometimes the romance of the small town fades a bit.
Now playing on my iPod: Small Town by John Cougar Mellencamp