Yesterday’s post was just an example of one of the “commonplace” conversations we have at my office that would be bizarre to others. Part of the feel of living and working in REALLY small town.
There is a one-armed man living in an “apartment” two store fronts down from my office. […]
I just said to my boss “I think the short, loud guy with the black dog is moving in with the one-armed man.”
Reagan: “Mom, a guy came to school today and talked about hunting.”
Me: “What do you mean, was it about gun safety?”
Reagan: “No, it was about hunting animals. He is having a class and will teach us to hunt.”
Me: “??????”
Reagan: “Everyone signed up for it.”
Me: “What is the class […]
One of the joys of small town life, other than everyone knowing your business and knowing your postmaster, grocery store clerk and librarian by first name, is our local paper. This weeks joys include:
An ad for a “1st Annual Mud Bog and Drag Racing.” I hate to admit my ignorance, but I have […]
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