Some people – city people – cannot for the life of themselves imagine living in the country or a small town. Small town in MY vocabulary means no city bus, no flyovers on the interstate…no mall. Yeah, they may call that thing in Havre a mall, but it just don’t quite meet my requirement for a mall – I’ve never been completely miserable there having walked around it for an hour looking for shoes or whatever else it was I thought I’d find. A shopping centre it may be, but it ain’t a mall.
The internet is a recent addition to small town/ country living. So are cell phones. Hell, for some, REGULAR phones are pretty damn new. People who live in small towns are usually WORKERS because there’s not much leeway given to slackers. There may be a couple diners and a decent restaurant, but maybe not – you might have to go to a bigger town for that special anniversary supper. Movies don’t run every day all day long IF there’s a theatre. There is surely at least one bar, probably two. High school sports are big, with all the excitement they offer…one night or one day a week. Many farmers/ranchers I knew had a pilot’s license and a small airplane, which is good for some fun. Sunday is for church and Sunday dinner and family time. And NFL football on tv.
I miss small town living. I miss going to the movie or the grocery or the pharmacy – or even the doctor – and seeing people I know. I miss those wide open spaces more than you can imagine. Hear that wind? Sounds like Heaven to me.
I don’t miss the winters…much.