I love, love, love living in a Small Town World. (In case you haven’t guessed.) And here are just a few of the reasons why . . .
- Public workers are often people you went to school with. (That’s especially good when you’re speeding and get pulled over or you forget to pay the water bill.)
- When you call someone and get a wrong number, it’s usually someone you know. (At least they know someone you know.)
- You went to church with some of your teachers. “Mr. Ritchie, do we have to take that test tomorrow?” (That can be a bad thing, too.)
- Your kids play with the kids of your friends when you were a kid. (That can be a bad thing, too, too.)
- Directions are often, “Turn at the Dari Diner, go past Doc Saddoris’s house and the old school to the street where Mrs. Jordan lived.”
- Instead of street addresses it’s, “The old Johnson House” or “The Mullendore Mansion.”
- If your kids do something wrong, you hear it before they get a chance to lie to you about it.
- If you friended every one of the kids you graduated with on Facebook, you’d have a whopping 69 friends. (My cousins from Old Ford would only have twenty-something friends.)
- When you apply for your first job, you usually call your prospective boss by his first name. (My first three jobs.)
- The people you grew up around are nicer than people anywhere else in the world. In fact, they’re THE BEST!
Bonus #11: You know where the bodies are buried.
I know I’m missing some like, “kids from all churches attend various church functions” (especially if there’s food) and “when a dog gets lost, someone across town will recognize it, call it by name and return it to you.”
What else am I leaving out?
Next time–the worst things about living in a Small Town World. (If I can think of any.)