Peregrinator
Hooded On A Hill
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Where I grew up, this sort of thing is reserved for movies. And by movies I mean the black and white variety where men wore dress shoes going to the corner store for milk instead of sneakers.
Everything's about black and white with you. Heh.
I know what you mean. It wasn't until I moved to NH and within two weeks the post office guy knew me by my first name that I realized this stuff actually happens. And the common wisdom is true; it takes about three years before you really feel like you belong to the town.
I wore Bean boots. It's sloppy and muddy 'round here.
Nothing in the world like the cream skimmed off a fresh batch of milk.