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.