Kirkwood, Mo., is more than a town. It is a mood.
Neighborhoods are wrapped in ribbons of sidewalks, which link all manner of humanity. People walk their dogs, push babies in carriages. They jog. They say hello to strangers.
Abundant American flags and manicured lawns suggest pride in country and property.
On a morning stroll, my mother and I spent 90 minutes taking in the scenery. And time stood still.
It always seems to in Kirkwood.