We live in the country, a rural setting for sure. Our post office, and therefore mailing address, is the small town of Greentop, population 388. We are actually in another county and it causes all kinds of grief with who provides our fire protection (but that’s another story). The town has a post office and “city building” (a one room affair). Our only business, a bar, recently closed down. There is a guy who sells night crawlers from his garage.
Every day, at 12:02, the town siren blows. Unless the wind is strong from the West, we can hear it. We’d never hear the warning in a storm, but it’s a constant reminder to me that I love my rural life in a place that is known for deer and turkey hunting and not much else.
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"Doubtless the good Lord could have made a better game bird than bobwhite, and better country to hunt him in...but equally doubtless, he never did." -- Guy de la Valdene (from A Handful of Feathers )
"'I promise you,' he said, 'on my word of honor, I won't die on the opening of the bird season.'" -- Robert Ruark (from The Old Man and the Boy)
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