Third Street is on the edge of town.
You don’t use your turn signals because everyone knows where you are going.
A baby born on June 14 receives gifts from local merchants as the first baby of the year.
You speak to each dog you pass by name and he wags his tail at you.
You drive into the ditch five miles out of town and the word gets back before you do.
You dial a wrong number and talk for 15 minutes anyway.
You can’t walk for exercise because every car that passes you offers you a ride.
You miss a Sunday at church and receive a get-well card.
Someone asks you how you feel and listens to what you say.
Thank God for small towns and the people who live in them.
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Note from GranGran:
Does anyone know who deserves credit for this little gem?
I live in a itty bitty East Texas town (population 2199) and it certainly rings true for me
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