faberryman
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mshchem - I grew up within walking distance of a mountain town so small that the general store was no bigger than the average motorhome.
You were lucky to be so close. I had to hitch up old Bessie to the wagon for the two hour journey. Sure, you could walk, but then the rattlesnakes would get you. Everyone knew when someone tried to walk to town because you could see the buzzards circling in the distance. And nobody had a camera. We had to wait for a WPA photographer to come around. Or someone working on his MFA. I didn't actually go to town much. Most of the time I just stayed at home and played the banjo on the front porch. One time these four guys from the city came around wanting to do a canoe trip. I won't go into details, but let's just say it didn't work out too well.
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