Small towns

I'm familiar with Clarendon! :D

I kind of miss the panhandle, not Amarillo, but everywhere else. :)

The winters there I dont miss though, brrrrrrrrrrrrr.
 
Hey Skunk,

That town sounds so small you would have to move to another place just to change your mind.......

I'm sure it's still a very nice place though :):thumbup:
 
A lot of those are still true in my town (where I am back living after more than 15 years away).

The town is 20,000, so not quite that small now. But I have done a lot of the things on that list. My older brother has been hauled in to the Principles office because of something I did, or vice versa. Everyone knew my parents.

I had my own mom as a substitute teacher more than once. My dad was the athletic director at the community college, and my mom also taught english there (my friends who had her all called her Bette the Butcher, because she used so much red ink on their papers).

My older sister, younger sister and I all worked at the DQ for forever, and are still good friends with the owners!


I have picked rocks, and been in charge of a crew picking rocks (I was the only "legal" the farmer could find to pick rocks! All his own kids had moved away at that point).

I have driven a tractor, run a fork lift at the grain plant, moved train cars to load and unload grain, driven a Michelin front end loader (the big one with the monster truck sized tires).

I have taken a shot gun to work and actually used it while on the clock! (pest control!).

I have dug corrugates by hand, changed hand lines, and siphon tubes to irrigate.

I have taken guns to school (all the time) and left them in the trunk because I was going to spend the night on my friends farm and go hunting/shooting (without any adult supervision).

I have skipped school to go jump off bridges into the big canal.
 
I grew up in suburbia, but have relocated to a small(ish) town. Prior to this, I lived on the outskirts of a 'big city.' Multi-lane freeways, traffic, everybody in a rush.

When we first moved out here a few years ago, we were just in our house with nothing...so we figured we'd 'run' down to the local grocery store and dash in an get some milk and a couple other staples to get through the next day. Zip in...grab our stuff...jeez, why's everybody walking so slow and blocking the aisles talking...go go go...til we got to the checkout line. Once there, life went into slow motion. Two people ahead of us...the checker knew them both, and somebody in the lane over..."So how's Billy? Is he in the 10th grade now? Think he's gonna play varsity this year? Say hi to Sally for me..." It became readily apparent that the checkout line was as much about swapping gossip/catching up as a monetary transaction. About 10 minutes later (which should have only taken about half that) we finally made our way through...

It took a couple of months to slow down and get out of 'rat-race' mode...its probably added a couple years to my life. Its funny now, when we go back to the old stomping grounds we're like 'what the heck are all these people rushing around for...crazy drivers!!" Funny how things work out sometimes...

BOSS
 
Yes Sir!!! Where I come from still to this day only has a population of less than 2000. I miss that small town life.
 
Andy the Aussie said:
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Thanks for posting this Andy.......
Saw these guys just before Christmas and it was one of the best concerts I have been to in years.

Back to the topic now please :)
 
See, that is my dream right there. I am in Chicago now, but my kids will have that if it is the last thing I do!
Thanks for a goog laugh!
 
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