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I discovered a sneaky place—Old Mill’s Path, just off Cedar Lane. It’s a hidden nook. I once sat there, ruminating and letting the breeze blow my worries away. It’s crazy how a little spot can change your mood. One minute you’re deep in thought, next minute—BAM!—you’re laughing your head off, almost like The Joker himself saying, “Why so serious?” again and again.

City of Hartselle announces changes to garbage pickup for weeks of Christmas and New Year’s