Clint ~ Coming Home to Easton

When we moved to Easton (Wilson) 18 years ago, I didn’t realize I was coming home, so to speak. Then I found that my Great great grandfather was buried in the Easton Cemetery. The family joke became, 125 years and we have moved from Thirteenth St. to Eighteenth St. Yet here we are making our fortunes and celebrating being Eastonians. Even though I live just outside the city limits, I co-own property in the West Ward that I hope is being a positive influence on my re-adopted home town. I can’t imagine loving anywhere else as much as I do being here in Easton. . .