you know you live in the country when...

ericlb

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wife showed me a text she recieved today while running to town, had to laugh, it was from one of the sheriff's deputies that we know telling her to slow down
 
Or when the sheriff calls on my cellphone # in a blizzard and asks me if I can assist some folks stranded in the middle of nowhere, near my farm, "cuz it"s to stormy to drive 25 miles out there!
 
When you drive to town on your tractor, with the carryall, during a flood, and the sheriff asks you to help retrieve a body from a car trapped in the flood.
 
when the neighbors grandma says you have to stsy for supper,,,appologies that she doesnt have much to put out,and the table is full of good homemade cooking,homefried potatoes from the garden,fried in real lard,homegrown beef,tea made from mint she gatherd in the meadow by the pond etc, etc, (sometimes turnips too) LOL
 
When you look out back and the local sheriff is checking your fence and gates. He said he had a report of cattle in the road. He wanted to make sure I wasn't the owner of them. He was glad to report to me everything looked ok.
 
When you park with your girlfriend at a lake and the sheriff knocks on the window of your car to see if you are ok. Then the next morning you stop to get coffee and everyone knows about it.
 
When you return to your truck parked in a field drive after checking fence and find your mail in the front seat. Package was too big for the mailbox. Or when you get mail with name and town but no other address on it.
 
true story older lady called me one xmas and wished me and mutt a merry christmas trouble was it was a larry on the answering machine but not this larry now imagine how his christmas was if his wife had got the message!!! so thats why farmer withmutt it avoids breaking up marriges
 
Yeah - when everybody knows you. . .

Years ago a local guy was working upstate as an ironworker, staying in a cheap hotel. Wife called the hotel desk to talk to her hubby, and the guy at the desk said, "I'm sorry, but Mr. & Mrs. XXXXX just walked out the front door". Mr. XXXXX stopped at the local gas station to fill up on Friday night, and the attendant was chuckling about it, and he knew he was in deeeep trouble. No more upstate work for ol' XXXXX.
 
When your school bus dies in the worst blizzard ever - and the school calls a local farmer (pre-cell phone days) to come in his 4WD pickup because it is just "too bad out" to send another bus. And the farmer hauls most of a bus load of kids safely home... one family at a time.
 
One of the best things about living in the country with a small town address is that everyone knows you.

The worst thing about living in the country with a small town address is that EVERYBODY knows you!
 
When you are banking stock tanks a mile off of the road, and the Schwans truck shows up to sell you ice cream!!
 
When you walk out of a funeral home and find 2 tractors pulling loaded hay wagons, and a stock trailer full of pigs sitting in the parking lot.
 
When your neighbor comes over to help you fix a piece of equipment, and brings his own tools because he knows yours won't get the job done.
 
When you're shopping in the grocery store and your cousin walks up and starts talking and then another cousin joins in and then you realize all 5 customers in the store are cousins and we haven't been out here in the midwest for 300 years like they have in Pennsylvania which means we haven't started interbreeding which is when it really gets funny.
 
Drove my wife nuts one time when I answered the phone and it was a gal I knew who had called a wrong number. Our phone number was one digit off from her boss's. While we were on the line, we gabbed for 15 minutes.

After I hung up, my wife asked who it was. I told her, "Wrong number".
 
Not tobe a smart-aleck about it but only 1/4 of what was written has maybe 1/2 truth to it.Maybe 50-75 yrs.ago but not even remotely close today.Mail,if your address is on it,but another name,you get it(first class or whatever).
 
When an older gentleman leaves a message on your answering machine for the preacher telling him that "Mildred"s" graveside service has been moved up an hour and he needs to be there at 10:00 am not 11:00 and you return the call only to reach the man"s son so you tell him the preacher hasn"t got the message, then the older gent calls you back to thank you.
 
Cliff, we used to have a UPS man who would drop packages off in my pickup if I had it parked in town. Jim
 
I don't think you're a smart alack, I just don't think you understand rural small town life.

I'm a ham radio op, and the local Postmistress (is that a word?) said she really enjoyed reading all of my QSL cards (as she apologized for doing it). Heck, I didn't care if she read them. One night a guy in New York City wanted a card from me. He had an addy a foot long, so I told him to send his card to me with my call and zip code on the front, and I'd send him a card in return. He swore it wouldn't work, but about three days later his card showed up, addressed like I instructed. I knew old Helen would get it to me if it ever got to her, ha. This was 15 years ago, but not 50-75.
 
When you walk into the local bank with a gun on your hip and no one dives under the counter and pushes the button for the police.
Walt
You do get some funny looks though.
 
Ya,one I always have to laugh about when I think about it,we were in the coffee shop one time. The Fire Department had some of their trucks in an old gas station that my brother was supposed to tear down. He asked the assistant chief when they were going to get them out so he could get started on the job. He said it wouldn't be long. As soon as the chief got his bass boat out of the fire barn,they could get the other trucks in there.
 
We're kinda far from everything but we do have a milkman. He doesn't work weekends but one Sunday morning last January he rang our bell around 8am and said, "Supposed to be a blizzard tonight and you might not be able to get out for a while. I've got the truck here, is there anything you're running out of?"

And yes, we have received mail addressed with our last name and the town but no other address.
 
When I was a kid and the school bus got stuck, the oldest kid on the bus was sent to the nearest farm house... Now for further explanation... The call would go to Mich-Con gas company. They would send out a big boom truck with a V-plow to haul us out... Mich-Con was a large natural gas supplier. This area has many old abandoned gas wells that they piped together. They have a large compressor station here. Summers they pumped gas into the gas field, winters pumped out for consumers in the big cities. They had the big equipment so's they could access any of the field in any weather. Often we were plowed out by the gas company hours, even days before the county plows made it here.
 
I too retired from the military, US Army and moved back to the country. Grew up in the city and moved to the country when I was 16.

I told fellow soldiers when BSing when ask about what living in the "sticks" was like, "well I don't have to tell my wife anything there, the locals will call and tell her long before I can get home". For excitement "go to the gas station in town, drink root beer, play pinball and watch hair grow".

Last year when we had a cow out on the highway a state trooper got out of his car and helped chase it through about a foot of snow on the ground. He could have written me a ticket for the cow getting on the highway but was very nice and helpful.

But you do know your in the country when (these things really have happened here) The house you are renting burns (recent local event, family in town) and within hours a guy with a vacant home offers it free of charge until you get things worked out, others donate money so you can buy new clothing, others donate furniture and such and because the guy was laid off someone took him and his wife out shopping so their kids could have a decent Christmas. The guy also landed a job and in fact had several offers. Or you get sick or are injured and 20 or more farmers show up to till and plant your fields or harvest your crop (I've had the privilege of helping with several of these) . Or you break down in the field and walk to the road (wife wasn't home so no one to call) and a person stops, turns around to take you home well out of their way. You spend more time in the grocery store visiting people than you do shopping. I can go on for hours.......

Rick
 
You know because you have to buy a cooler to keep the ice cream from melting before you get home. Also you know the town is too small when you take one girl home and pick up another one and the news is at your house the next morning by 6:30 (I still never figured that one out).
 
Yes I do understand small town rural life,I was born and raised on a farm and still farm.Our nearest town is 900-1000 pop.and 3/4 to 7/8 of what is being said is not happening today.We get ANY mail that has our address on it and if our number is wrong,then we get a nasty notice to get it corrected ASAP.Plus where my wife is from is pretty much the same as far as rural life.
 
"You spend more time in the grocery store visiting people than you do shopping. I can go on for hours......."
Ya right, stand in the aisle blocking trafic,cause aunt Miltilda's pie recipe was the feature in last sundays dinner ,yatta yatta yatta for hours. If you did that to me, I would embarrass your hide something fierce. Thats so da--ed inconsiderate of others next to standing at a stoplight listening to BOOM BOOM BOOM till the paint of your car falls off from the vibration.The world is full of JERKS!! JMO LOU.
 
More than once someone in my family has had to go get the tractor to pull out the school bus. My cousin had to get off the bus and walk home to get the big Case to pull out the bus.

When mom was a kid they called off school due to a blizzard but didn't call it off soon enough. The bus got stuck. All of the kids walked to the nearest farmhouse and stayed for three days. There were 20 of them. Imagine THAT knock at the door.
 
My ole man (step-Dad) gets a call from the same woman (wrong number) about once a week. They chat and the conversations get kinda long. It took em 3 years of this to figure out that they not only knew each other but knew each other pretty well. His number is one digit off of the pharmacy. We had grown tobacco in the same cooperative since the late 70's.
 
It was winter and my grandfather had just passed away, so Grandma went to stay with my mom for a couple of weeks in town. Roads were thawing and muddy, so with nobody at the farm to take care of chickens, dog and cats, I would drive out on the tractor after school to take care of things.

The Ford 8N tractor that I was driving to grandma's house got buried to the wheel hubs in the middle of the road!

(Gravel road just as it started to thaw from winter deep-freeze 1960)

I went and got another 8N, chained it up to the back of the first one, put the first one in reverse at idle speed, got on the second one and pulled out of the mess. I was out in the middle of nowhere, and had no one to help.
Redneck ingenuity, I guess.

Myron
 
My new to me used pickup truck's starter quit at the local convenience store. Whole town seemed to know about it the next day. State trooper stopped in once and asked me to help him get a neighbors horse back in, mile or so down the road. Someone had told him I would probably help. Got mail that was addressed correctly except the wrong town was on it. Mailman ran routes for both towns and figured it out.
 
When, as a high school student, you have to ask your mother if a girl you want to ask out is "ok". - not related to you!
 
In the late 40's or early fifties, Dad wrote a counter check(remember those?) on the First National Bank in Phillipsburg Kansas. He banked at the First National Bank in Norton, Kansas, about 40 miles apart. It cleared just fine and has a note on it. I have the check someplace.

Then in 68 when I was in Alabama in the Army I made a collect call to my folks. The operator(remember those?) rang it wrong, she rang the last 4 numbers of 2233 but my folks numbers were 2234. They accepted the call. They lived about 10 miles from the folks but we all knew each other.
 
(quoted from post at 15:22:30 12/03/13) "You spend more time in the grocery store visiting people than you do shopping. I can go on for hours......."
Ya right, stand in the aisle blocking trafic,cause aunt Miltilda's pie recipe was the feature in last sundays dinner ,yatta yatta yatta for hours. If you did that to me, I would embarrass your hide something fierce. Thats so da--ed inconsiderate of others next to standing at a stoplight listening to BOOM BOOM BOOM till the paint of your car falls off from the vibration.The world is full of JERKS!! JMO LOU.

Lou, not everyone who stops to talk to friends in a store block the isles nor ignores what others are doing around them. I know I don't and if someone needs to get past me or to something I move and make the person I'm talking to move too. And embarrass me? I rather doubt, can't embarrass someone who really doesn't care. See, I don't back down or even apologize is someone is rude, I just get rude right back.

Rick
 
Rick,Telephones were meant to communicate (visit)and benches are made to sit and visit with folks. Why be so arrogant as to assume you have the right to stop and visit with folks while standing in a isle/store, and to ignore folks who want to shop and get home.?Do you think your so self important that you take prescient over others efforts to shop ??I don't remember stores that would rather you block isles/ stand around and interrupt people who want to buy their merchandise just to have you grace their place of business just so you can jack your jaws on subjects that isn't in the stores best interest?Grandmas chicken soup doesn't measure up to their interest. Like I've said so many times before,"I cant cure stupid"!!My suggestion to you is,if you need to communicate to friends, there is always a coffee shop, telephone, Mail, computers etc.Keep out of the way of shoppers who don't appreciate your ill mannered self important additude.my opinion. LOU.
 
Dang, Lou, tell us how you really feel.

I lived 17 years in the big city, but was raised in a small town and now live outside of that same small town. Yep, some days at the store, I'll run into somebody I ain't seen for a while and we'll get to jabbering. Seems folks around here really don't mind. Heck, I've seen folks chatting away and if asked politely, they may even help you find what you're looking for.

But when I lived in the big city, people clogging the aisle really seemed to bother me. And if I so much as said "excuse me" you'd a thought I had just insulted the Pope.
 
My brother did that. He forgot he had his .22 revolver on his hip after running traps. Went in the bank. Police chief looked at him and calmly said, "Joe, did you forget something?"
 
Stories of school busses getting stuck remind me of: The one time in my four years of riding a school bus (I got on at 06:40 and rode 48 miles to get to a school that was 4 miles away) that the bus got stuck and the boys were ordered by the bus driver to get out and push but that didn't work, so, he sent my friend and I up to the next house which was where the my friend's grandmother lived. We called the school and they called the county. Grandmother fixed up a nice big box of cookies for us to take back to the bus. Much appreciated. When the massive FWD snowplow arrived with the high single wheels , chains all the way around, V plow w/wings, it was my uncle driving it. They pulled us out and then proceeded in front of us all the way to school. Pretty funny, we still laugh about that as we stand in the isles of the local Fleet Farm Store and visit. HA,HA,HA,HA! (;>))
 
You sound like a pretty fun guy, there, Lou.

As an old machinery buff, you'd have enjoyed a conversation I had with a retired implement dealer (and longtime friend) and his grandson, when I ran into them in the local department store. We stayed out of the way, because we knew you might be shopping there, but we went on at great length about their latest project, restoring old manure spreaders. They're a pretty hot item among the part timers in our area, and bring good money. We discussed the pros and cons of plywood vs. planks for replacing wood, which drive gears would interchange, etc. When we finally parted ways, he shook my hand and said "That was fun. Its difficult to find someone in Sunbirds Dept. Store who can carry on a meaningful conversation about manure spreaders."

Y'all have a nice day, Lou, and try not to stress too much. Its rough on the ol' ticker.
 
Lou, you miss the point, I watch out for shoppers and move as needed and never, ever, block an isle. That said we live in a free country, where as long as I'm not in violation of a law I can visit with whom I please where I please. I did not spend 20 years of my life in the Army to give up that right or any of my rights to someone else who thinks they have the right to tell me what to and how to visit. Many of the people I talk to in the local grocery store are people I know but not who I would call or meet for coffee. Many are shirt tail relations who want to ask about the family or my MIL. You, on the other hand do NOT have the right to not be offended or inconvenienced. So it's by the constitution that I can visit in a store. If you find that offensive you can complain to the store owner/manager who does have the right to tell me to move on and not block an isle. But as the owner/manager they have the right to tell me that. You do have the right to say something to me but then I have the right to ignore you or to say something back. I know you would not willing give up your right to own a gun, why should I give up my rights?

Rick
 
Sorry about the nasty notice. They're pretty laid back here. My son lives up the road from me. He sometimes gets our mail and I sometimes get his. We try not to sweat the small stuff. Everything always works out in the end.

I have a heavy screw hook under my mailbox where I can hang a sack of turnips, sweet taters or what have you for the mailman. We went to high school together. Times are changing, I'll sadly admit.
 
Maybe I shouldn't have used the mail service as my example,but I know of at least 3 rural offices that have went postalemployees not localanymore.We might have 4-5 different carriers in a 6 day week.Goverment Jeeps and all.My wife may have said it best,when we lost our schools,(late 50s)we lost most of our community. kids(5-6yr.old)getting on buses 5-5:30AM and getting off(home)4:30-5:30PM.
 
Yeh, I received a letter addressed to "Doc" C/O General Delivery and the name of the town. Even though I was the Coroner, I was the only Doctor in the area.

Doc
 
You know you live in the country when your nearest neighbor is 5 ml down the road and you have at least a 1/2 ml driveway and you've got to pick up your mail in the post office in town 40 km away :wink:
 
Rick, It's all about CONSIDERATION!!! Your service in inform doesn't give you the right to trample on others ability to free travel, whether on the road or walking, shopping etc. You Just can't justify your inconsiderate attitude by saying I'M a retired service man and I have the right to make you wait to do your shopping because I want to visit with folks and I can stand around in the isle/store blocking your ability to do your shopping. You rattle on about your service record as though you are the only one who has the right to dictate freedom(able) to freely shop without hindrance.What about some Old vet who is trying to get through the store/isles,while you insist you have the right to make him wait until you get done blabbering to whomever. Now you try and muddy up the subject with gun ownership, I do believe your gears are slipping. Hell I'm a vet also, but that alone doesn't give me the right to insist I have the right to impede folks when they are in pursuit of going to travel freely in any situation.Your right about store managements ability to tell you to move along. but why make your inconsiderate attitude a spectacle ? You Just don't get it. Your NOT A HERO that is making folks wait till you finish your LITTLE conversation to whom ever, your just being inconsiderate,PERIOD. Vets service doesn't equate to superiority over non veterans,who served their country in other capacities, whether in or out of uniform. Being a vet doesn't necessarily place you or me at the head of the line. What makes it so hard to say to the folks who want to store visit," Lets go for coffee after we get done shopping"? Oh No,you can't do that because your so self important and besides I'[M A VETERAN.I can suggest to you to take your conversation elsewhere so you don't interfere with others rights to a speedy shopping venture. Be considerate of others rather then flag waving at every whip stitch . JMO. LOU
 
(quoted from post at 00:31:22 12/05/13) Rick, It's all about CONSIDERATION!!! Your service in inform doesn't give you the right to trample on others ability to free travel, whether on the road or walking, shopping etc. You Just can't justify your inconsiderate attitude by saying I'M a retired service man and I have the right to make you wait to do your shopping because I want to visit with folks and I can stand around in the isle/store blocking your ability to do your shopping. You rattle on about your service record as though you are the only one who has the right to dictate freedom(able) to freely shop without hindrance.What about some Old vet who is trying to get through the store/isles,while you insist you have the right to make him wait until you get done blabbering to whomever. Now you try and muddy up the subject with gun ownership, I do believe your gears are slipping. Hell I'm a vet also, but that alone doesn't give me the right to insist I have the right to impede folks when they are in pursuit of going to travel freely in any situation.Your right about store managements ability to tell you to move along. but why make your inconsiderate attitude a spectacle ? You Just don't get it. Your NOT A HERO that is making folks wait till you finish your LITTLE conversation to whom ever, your just being inconsiderate,PERIOD. Vets service doesn't equate to superiority over non veterans,who served their country in other capacities, whether in or out of uniform. Being a vet doesn't necessarily place you or me at the head of the line. What makes it so hard to say to the folks who want to store visit," Lets go for coffee after we get done shopping"? Oh No,you can't do that because your so self important and besides I'[M A VETERAN.I can suggest to you to take your conversation elsewhere so you don't interfere with others rights to a speedy shopping venture. Be considerate of others rather then flag waving at every whip stitch . JMO. LOU

Lou you seem to think that you have to right to tell me when and where and via what means I can communicate with people. What's up with that?


1. No decent coffee in the Battle Lake MN area so why would I go out for coffee? Closest decent coffee is another 17 miles. So I'm supposed to go 8 miles into town, see someone and then drive another 17 miles for coffee, then 25 miles home just to make someone like you happy? Ain't going to happen.

2. The people that I do stop and talk to in the stores are not people I see very often and if it were not for being in said store I wouldn't see at all except for funerals and weddings.

3. I told you that I don't block an isle and if someone needs to get at something I move, so what's the problem.

4. I have a constitutionally guarantied right to freedom of speech and the right to congregate. You show me where it says that you have the right to speedy shopping in the Constitution or the Bill of Rights. We both have the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness which would be the only sticking point. But how am I hurting you if I'm not in the way? I don't block isles in stores because I myself find that annoying. So just how is my, being out of the way, talking to someone an inconvenience to you? Or is it you just are not getting your way?

5. I mentioned being a veteran because as a veteran I'm unwilling to let others try to take my rights away. If anyone is entitled to exercise their rights it's the men and women who have/are serving. We would have those right had/were it not for them/us.

6. I served under that flag for many years. I can wave it when I want to.

Rick
 
Rick, The word is CONSIDERATION. Has nothing to do with Rights,/Constitution. Wars were started from lack of CONSIDERATION. I do notice that your flag waving is prevalent in many of your post. I am Merly suggesting that there are many ways to communicate with friends /family members, besides taking up space in the grocery stores so they/you can yak it up while others wait till your done. I have seen and still do see folks stop in the isles/stores when I'M trying to get my shopping done so I can get home to the wife who by the way isn't in the best of health.Seven different severe operations in the past, and INCONSIDERATE people want me to wait till they hold their family reunion in the store/isles.I can't do anything about your coffee shops being inferior to your taste, I can suggest a soft drink instead. When you state that if you think your blocking someones way,you move which tells me that, you experienced blocking someones way before. There is NO ONE forcing you to relinquish any rights ,JUST to be considerate of others rights . I for one will not be blocked in an isle/store so some jerk can yuck it up with some other jerk who is bound and determined to think he/she is superior and I should wait till the yakking is over before I can get on with my life. I was wondering if those folks you hold conversations with are so important, to visit with while making good folks wait till you move out of the way,holds earth shattering news important to us all.From your writings here, I can deduce being considerate isn't one of your qualities.Your # 4 statement comes to the heart of the matter. Being out of the way is great, but you insist that you can do as you please when it comes to shoving you way to the head of the "SELF IMPORTANT LINE ".You place yourself and those folks that want to stop and visit above and beyond anyone Else's needs.
No one it trying to take away your rights (show me where in the Constitution)it states you have the right to impede others.I too could wave the flag in every post I make, but that shows I consider myself above those who didn't wear the uniform. My time in the military was just as important as yours, so I don't need all your hoopla about your military career as it becomes so tiresome to hear.What I'm saying to you,(if you are able to comprehend) Is to be considerate of others and forgo un-necessary conversations with MIL second cousins,uncles/aunts/nephews etc use modern communications like were using, telephones and all other communication devices.
Remember, #3 if you have to move out of the way,YOUR BLOCKING SOME ONES WAY!!! End Of story. LOU.
 
LOL Lou you still don't get it. These people I talk to is for 2-3 minutes tops most often. I wont speak to them for another 3-6 months or so. I'm not about to go some place for pop or something to say hi and answer a question about MIL's heath ECT. But I may run into 5-6 different people in the store that are all in the same group of people I don't see often. If I run into someone I really want to spend some time with I do do it elsewhere. My trip to the store are also pop in and out. I don't do all my shopping there, just pick up odds and ends. We raise most of our own meat and the wife cans. So butter, cheese, milk and bread about about it. Plus where I'm at everyone knows each other. So you go in the door, and people start saying hi. So a trip to the store takes on the average of 10 minutes, and 6 or seven minutes are spent talking to a couple of people, you spent more time chatting than shopping. I'm a guy that if undisturbed and there are no lines I'm in and out in that store maybe 5 minutes tops. Conversation goes something like "hi, how ya been" "oh Elaine is doing good, we took her shopping alst week". That's about it. So again what's the big deal? I don't visit in other stores because they are further away and I seldom see people I know. But no, I'm supposed to change my life style and spend extra money/time to make someone happy? And no, I've never had anyone complain to me that I'm blocking an isle. Ever. But I am the type of person who if I find something annoys me tries very hard to not to do the same thing to others. That's why I watch out for others. I hate having someone block an isle because they are visiting and are completely oblivious to what's going on around them. The most annoying are those who stop with their cart on one side of the isle and stand next to it looking at something on the other side.

So I think you mistake me for an "oblivion" who stands there to 5 minutes arguing with his fishing partner over what to take in the boat with them while I need something on the shelf behind them (happened to me this fall trying to get vinegar for my wife's canning, that's all that I was in there for). I either visit people I will have a long conversation with or have them visit me. Here the biggest problems are the people at convenience store who are most annoying. Buy a scratch off and stand right there and scratch them off then buy another or standing there BSing with the clerk about something.

Rick
 
Rick. Indeed I get it. If your last post to me is true(which I doubt) then I take no issue with you on you visit with time saying Hi, I'm fine and so is the wife & family then move along.I've had people say "Hi" to me, and want to "Catch up on the news" and if thats the case I DO ask em to go over to the bench provided (Walmart) and have a talk. Give em my phone # and address again ,if they tell me they misplaced it. Some remember to send me a Xmas card with a message, so I take the time to reply.What sticks in my craw is belligerent, inconsiderate people,who think they have the right to force their misguided life style of "ME FIRST" on me. I am ALWAYS cognoscente and careful with my vocal demeanor so as not to offend.however some foolish people truly require me to exert myself.Just so we understand one another,if what you LAST POSTED is the truth, then be careful how you put out information, so as NOT to draw fire from others. Words are like a two sided sword. Cuts both ways. Kindness, one side. wicked and vicious the other. LOU.
 
When yer a young'un and yer Ma sends ya to the local Piggly Wiggly Market with a coffee can full of congealed fat & grease drippings to sell to the Butcher, and then tells ya you can have a Nickle to spend on candy or whatever. I always bought a huge Dill Pickle out of the Pickle barrel at the Butchers stand, because the Dill Pickle cost 3 cents and with the change I could buy some Horehound Candy drops.


Darn, I sure wish I could turn the clock back 60 years. Life was so much simpler back then.


Doc
 
Yeah - I know what you mean about the schools. We have that here, too. Five small towns that used to each have a school, but now are consolidated. That was a loss for the community, but we're getting over it.

Our mail carriers are pretty consistent - once in awhile there's a sub. My son has an auto repair shop, and a rollback wrecker. One of the local carriers had a breakdown near the end of her route. She called him to come get her. They put the mail bag in the cab of the rollback and finished delivering the mail with her car winched on the back. Service with a smile. She is a good customer for him, and he treats her extra special.

I see changes ahead for mail service too.
 

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