76. Go to Highland Park when it's not the Lilac Festival

Like every good Rochestarian, I have done my duty and attended the Lilac Festival to ooh and aah over the lilacs. But as I've gotten older I've often wondered how many people are there for the lilacs and how many are there for the fried dough? Then I started to wonder how many of us take advantage of the park and go there other times of the year? So a couple weeks ago I did just that. I was having a really bad week with a lot on my mind. I couldn't focus and even praying wasn't helping. I was sinking fast. So on my dsy off the thought came to me that I needed to get out of the house and go somewhere I could feel close to God. It wasn't too hot out so I walked the 20 or so minutes up to the park. Once tjere I found a bench, turned off my iPod, sat down, closed my eyes, and just breathed. Tje breeze was blowing and the sun was shining and a feeling of peace, a feeling of everything is going to be just fine filled me. I then walked around for a little bit, sat on anotjer bench for a few minutes, and after maybe half an hour made my way back home. Maybe the lilacs were all brown and there was no fried dough, but I feel like I got a lot out of my visit and I'm hoping to go again. Maybe when my head isn't spinning so much.