I took a trip out to Juniper with Forrest this morning to get a cow. Forrest recently rear ended someone and buggered up his bumper, so he built himself a new one with a grill guard. The thing is a beast. (See picture) One of the neighbors helped us with the cow and had to stop to talk with Forrest about the bumper. Another neighbor, Ben, had some papers for our dad, so we stopped in to pick them up and as Forrest and Ben were talking about the bumper, one of the other neighbors pulled in to drop something off and stayed to talk for a minute. I was sitting in the warm pick'emup truck and I couldn't help but think how amazing small towns are. How your neighbors are not only your neighbors, they're also your friends, colleagues, and coworkers. Small towns have an ecosystem all their own and it works.
When I say small town, I know a lot of you think a town of like two-three thousand. But that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying less than two hundred. To me, that is a small town. That's what I grew up knowing. That is what I love. I still long for that connection with my neighbors. To know them and to be able to trust them with anything, and also to be able to look out my kitchen window and not be able to see neighbors for at least a mile. That is the life.
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Forrest's bumper
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1 comment:
Once someone told me Boise was a small town. I was like, "Yeah.... No."
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