There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!

The applicant has been extremely cooperative. I prefer that the land not be developed, but I understand. They've done well to work with us, ... I think the questions were answered and am satisfied with what they're doing.

Go big or go home. Because it's true. What do you have to lose?