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Your dog runs off boonie bashing in the woods and everyone and their brother sends you a text. "Hey, if you're looking for your Boo, he's over here at our house."
We look out for our critters up here.
I remember back in the 50's small towns you didn't run to the store when a cup of sugar or flour was needed for supper. One of us kids went next door and borrowed some until mom could get to town. Even with cheap gas we tried to conserve it then.
Your dog runs off boonie bashing in the woods and everyone and their brother sends you a text. "Hey, if you're looking for your Boo, he's over here at our house."
We look out for our critters up here.
Just as long as the dog doesn't take a detour for Boo Radley's house
When you were growing up, you go to the swimming hole, you know everybody there. Now you can't find a parking spot, wasn't one then. Oh well, memories.
I remember back in the 50's small towns you didn't run to the store when a cup of sugar or flour was needed for supper. One of us kids went next door and borrowed some until mom could get to town. Even with cheap gas we tried to conserve it then.
It was like that when I was growing up, too (I was graduated from high school in the mid-nineties.)
I have an even better story in a same church, different pew kind of way: This past Christmas Day when everyone was home, my mom's oven decided to die. We phoned one of the neighbors to see if she had some oven space for our pans of stuffed shells and she was able to finagle things in her oven so that there was room for her dinner prep and ours. We set a timer for the shells at our house; when it was time, my nephew and I made a beeline over the neighbor's house to pick up dinner. I later mailed her the recipe for the shells in a thank you note after Christmas.
Your dog comes back with a massive haircut. You ignore it but then it happens again.
Townsfolk look like the cat who swallowed the mouse when you ask about who it could be. Everyone knows but you
You give up realizing this is a forever thing
Last edited by PoorYetRich; 06-25-2022 at 06:52 PM..
I remember back in the 50's small towns you didn't run to the store when a cup of sugar or flour was needed for supper. One of us kids went next door and borrowed some until mom could get to town. Even with cheap gas we tried to conserve it then.
Or now get Splenda or Stevia.
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