There’s no place like home.
And there’s no place like a small town.
You can find anybody pretty darn quick.
If the phone doesn’t reach them, the neighbor will.
Or drive around town till you find their vehicle.
Or just mention their name to somebody.
"Oh, I just saw her at Mane Attraction.
She’s getting a manicure."
Or, "He’s down at Willow Creek with the guys."
It works out of town too.
"You going to Fredericksburg?"
"I needed to pick something up."
"Well, so-and-so are in Kerrville and they might could swing by and get it on their way back to Mason."
"I’ll call their cell phone."
It also works the other direction.
Somebody is always going to Brady.
Pick-up or drop-off is part of the trip.
It goes without saying.
Don’t leave town till you notify everybody where you’re going.
And, of course, you will run into others from Mason while you’re there.
Wherever you are.
I took a tour bus in Washington, D.C. packed with people from all over the world.
Who should get on at the next stop but a couple from Fredericksburg (close enough).
They were clothed in UT attire.
Turns out we knew mutual people.
A comforting feeling amidst the metropolis.
Another example of small town life is the Community Thrift Store.
It says it all.
And what fun to find a book there titled, "Dictionary of Farm Animal Behavior."
Where else but in a small town?
I can’t put it down.
From "navel sucking" and "needle teeth" to "broken mouth" and "courtship grunts."
Must be popular.
This is the Second Edition
You can delve into "sickle-hocked" and "tongue rolling."
Or explore "air pecking" and "waggle dancing."
There’s more going on in the barnyard than meets the eye.
These animals are living it up.
They strut, skim, snatch, snort, and preen.
Others like to sing, chew hair, and snap.
And many enjoy a little wool pulling or tail wagging.
And why not?
That’s life in a small town.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.