Maybe it's a bit of a cliche, but the hustle and bustle of the everyday blinds us to those things that might, in calmer moments, impress and delight us. In the course of my doing my job, I came across a few pics that, for me, brought exactly that idea to the fore.[ibimage==33408==Medium==none==self==ibimage_align-right]

I last rode this train as a youngster. I was about 7, meaning that occurred 35 years ago. My mind reels at the thought. To put it in perspective, 35 years amounts to a quarter of a century, plus ten years! When I was on that train as my little boy self, I remember having been perplexed at why a man who was sitting across from me kept nodding off, his head periodically toppling awkwardly off the platform of his upturned palm. I distinctly remember thinking how it seemed odd that anyone could fall asleep in the midst of something as exciting as going up a mountain.

This last Saturday, I was having lunch with my mother. We ate at a local health food store and she and I got a chance to visit with the people who were sampling out there wares at the store. It was that night that I started to think about how to get my clients more exposure on the Pinterest platform, and thereby came across example after example of why it is that I find myself drawn inexorably back to my hometown of Colorado Springs.

That's the good side to starting your own company (Local Reach Marketing, on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LocalReachMarketingColorado): it brings you into various nooks and crannies of Colorado Springs. [ibimage==33409==Medium==none==self==ibimage_align-left]In fact, it often makes me think of ways to draw others into a discussion not only of the businesses I help, but also to market the town itself. It's hardly a cooincidence that two of the people I work for (Jeff Gaddis of Gaddis Real Estate Group: https://www.facebook.com/gaddisgrouprealestate; Dan Zook of Zook Real Estate: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Zook-Real-Estate/750767614993529) are men I've known for over 30 years and who have stayed here, just like me. Maybe we have difficulty leaving a place that tricks us into believing, from time to time, that it is a novel and unexplored landscape, as if we've both lived here for decades, and have never seen it before.