My town is so small that I live in the Boyd house, who in turn lived in the Amity house. I wonder if Mr. Amity had credit for the house he built in 1940 and lived in for twenty years.
The town is so small there are six hundred souls in my township and another seven hundred in the village in the township, for thirteen hundred, give or take.
The town is so small its trustees still have Share A Christmas each year, and if the PC police show up, give them a cookie and put them to work.
This is the hall outside my office today.
This is the hall where the girls read books in the window seat and wait for me in the summer. That's an attorney's office down at the end.
When I came to work yesterday the entire meeting room floor was covered with cartons of stuff, leaving two narrow aisles. The road crew, having an immaculate garage, equipment in fine running order, and no snow to plow had volunteered to help. They were sorting paper goods into paper sacks. One paper towel, one tissue, one TP, and so on. I left.
Today I noticed a lot of equipment in the yard, with the hoods up. I think they deserved to pretend to putter around; look how little is left for the trustees to do.
These canned goods are sorted, then subsorted. The jar of sauerkraut is like the field marshall, I think.
Santa Claus will deliver this Saturday, to folks in need from the trustees' list. Did I mention I live in a town so small the trustees not only know who used to live in your house, they know who lives in it now, and if Santa should stop twice this year.
Santa delivers everything this coming Saturday, in fire trucks, with lights flashing. The Fire Chief stopped to see how busy he would be this Saturday, chuckled and left.
All the food and gifts here came from the community, not only from private citizens, but from businesses, through food drives and donations of cash to purchase things the trustees know will always be useful--all those cases of paper towels, tissues and toilet paper from yesterday.
I've helped in the past with tonight's job--all those boxes in a line on both sides of the hall, from my office and back again, and volunteers walking the line, filling the boxes with canned goods, soap, toothpaste--what else did we see sorted out there? I wonder who will score the sauerkraut.