Life really is different in a small town. The ebb and flow is like molasses.  People don’t drive to the store in their pickup trucks — rather, they scoot their way down the road. Down here in these parts, it’s plumb normal to see a pack of children — or dogs — taking a joyride in the back of the aforementioned pickup truck. I remember those days…we all fought over who got to sit on the hump.  I imagine, though, that if someone hauled their kids or their dogs in the back of a truck in my suburban city, the … Continue reading Small towns, pickup trucks, “mountains” and stinkbugs