A friend had stayed in her car with the baby and sent her two young daughters into the store for a carton of sour cream. Her family had a special request for dinner, the baby was asleep in the car seat, so she handled the situation the best way she could think of. "Isn't it nice to live in a small town?" she mused as she finished telling the story.
Then at Curves I read the marker board which said something like, "Isn't it nice to live in a small town? If you don't know what you're doing, someone else surely will."
That was kind of what I'd been thinking when my friend had posed the question earlier. I don't think I said it then, but was quick to remember the conversation when I read my thoughts there on the wall, thoughts which I'm thinking could contain a drop or two of sarcasm. On the other hand, I can recall times when I did something careless like leave my purse in the grocery cart, and someone at the store called me when I got home.
And there was the time cousins from across the state were passing by on their way to Niagara Falls or something and read the Imlay City sign.
"Isn't that where Willene lives?" my cousin asked.
"Yeah, but what's her last name now?" countered his wife.
They got off the freeway, stopped at someone's house along Van Dyke, asked, and located me on just that one piece of information.
That wouldn't happen in a big city. It is nice living in a little city, isn't it?