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.
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