I've read recently my sister's and a friend's accounts of living in a small town, silly little things that happen and make the place kind of seem more like an extended family. Well, I recently had my own experience that I would like to add to this collection.
My mom and I were out walking to the library the other day when a neighbor lady called from her screened-in porch, "Kathy!" That's my mom. "I was up at the library the other day, but couldn't remember the name of the book you told me to read. And now that you just use your cell phones I couldn't look you up to call you."
"It was Garden Spells," my mom replied.
"That's right," said the neighbor lady.
"We're on our way up to the library right now, I'll check it out for you."
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"No, it wouldn't be any trouble."
"How nice, thank you."
We got to the library and Mom picked up the book and told the librarian who it was for and she checked it out on the neighbor lady's card. Then we walked home and Mom stopped along the way to give it to her.
And this, my friends, is what living in a small town is like.