There is a hole in the heart of Pleasanton. Our statue friends have left us. My trip downtown no longer has me smiling at the fisherman by the creek; wanting to wave to the man and his little dog at the Rose Hotel; laughing at the little boy going to take a huge bite of ice cream at Meadowlark; watching the window washer going about his work; wanting to hug the dog by Murphy's Paw; giving way to the runner in front of Fleet Feet; holding back tears as the soldier's daughter hugs her dad with pure happiness on her face.
And on it goes all around my town. Something is definitely missing. Huge kudos to Pleasanton for having them live with us for a while. Please bring our friends back someday.