I am once again reminded of why I love Summerland. I was downtown when a young gal sped by me and caught up to a young man to return his keys. She was dressed in black like a uniform, but no identifying logo was to be seen.
We had a chat. She just got back from North Dakota on a baseball scholarship studying phys. ed. and was in Phoenix last year. We both agreed Summerland is a friendly town and she is happy to be home in the summer.
Just another reason I love Summerland.