Livin' SQUARE

I left for an early lunch a couple of days ago to pick up drycleaning, go to the post office, get a few items at the local market.

When I got to the drycleaners, just as I stepped out of my truck the courthouse clock struck the noon hour and the Methodist church's carillons (musical tower bells) starting chiming a familiar hymn.


When I went to the market, I knew everyone in the store (customers included) by first name.

Sandra at the post office knows my box number without me telling her.


I really love this square living.