Strawberry Festival
Heard about it Monday, from a photo of somebody else’s shortcake.
Monday morning, probably:
Twenty miles away. Saturday. Shortcake, a bluegrass band, a pie table that sold out by noon. You heard about it the week after, the way you hear about everything.
An idea, not an app (yet)
Heard about it Monday, from a photo of somebody else’s shortcake.
Heard about it Wednesday. Time enough to find the stretchy pants.
All you can eat. You ate cereal.
Tartar sauce situation: promising.
They played till the fireflies came out. Allegedly.
Bring a lawn chair. Look up.
$5 a bag. The bags were enormous. You found out from the empty shelves.
Loud, slow, wonderful. Kids lose their minds.
Made-up examples, not real listings. Happens Near Me doesn’t exist yet. That’s what the list is for.
The whole idea fits on an index card.
You find out on Wednesday, while there’s still a Saturday to plan around. Not on Monday, from somebody else’s photos.
The things within a drive you’d actually make. Not the big city’s list with your town’s name pasted on top.
The pancake breakfast is news. The fish fry is news. Somebody’s cousin’s bluegrass band in the park is definitely news.
Small towns are full of things to do. They just announce them on the sign by the bank, a flyer at the hardware store, and a post that reaches eleven people. Happens Near Me is the idea that you shouldn’t have to be one of the eleven.
Happens Near Me isn’t built yet. Leave your email and your ZIP code. The ZIP is the important part: it shows where people want this most.
That’s it. No app to download, nothing to set up. Go ahead and take a tab, too.