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You Know You’re in a Small Town if…

This is to be read at a Henny Youngman/Groucho Marx tempo.

So my Mom’s living in South Carolina and buys a retirement home up in the hills of the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia.  As is often the case, I’m not working and volunteer to live in the house while freeloading as I paint and remodel the new home.

Mom sends me a book to be delivered at the local Post Office.  She has a small P.O. Box at the office, but it’s not big enough to hold a book.

I walk in for the first time ever.

“Hi.  Yeeeah.  My Mom sent a book for me from South Carolina”

The lone Post Office employee tells me to wait for a moment and surveys a pile of packages behind her.  Then she grabs one.

“Here you go!”

“Thanks”

I went back to my car with the package, strapped-up with my seat belt, and started the engine.  And then it dawned on me.  I never mentioned my name or my Mom’s.  Never a P.O. number.  Just that my Mom had sent me a packaged book.

And it was the right package!

You know you’re in a small town if…

 

 

Why We Play Games

The backyard on Susan Avenue was completely dark by 8 PM, only the shadows of trees standing still and young boys running wild could be sensed by the naked eye.  Across the road and a million miles away,  was the glow of the high school football field, a full-blown production occupying the rest of the entire Earth.   Continue reading Why We Play Games

Dinner Time

 

AOn almost every Sunday at 101 South Church Street., there was a family meal being served.  This was the home of Ralph and Emma Lambert.  Theirs was the classic Southern marriage, one that would endure over sixty-five years here on Earth.  Hard-working and living within their means, they had raised a large family in such a small house.  Work was Monday through Friday or Saturday, Church was every Sunday morning. Continue reading Dinner Time

Small Town Speed Trap Ahead

There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today.  I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick.  But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead

A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties

The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt.  It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of  being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties