You know when you're in my town...

You know when you're in my town...

You know you are in my town when you cross a bridge and on the other side the first thing you see is open pasture with cows, windmills, and a big church in the distance. You know it's MY town because on a Friday night all the trucks are parked around the football or baseball field, during the day, there are tractors parked in the student parking lot. When they're not playing ball, or plowing their fields, you can bet there is a bonfire out in the wash somewhere. It sounds like a country song or like a storybook, but truth is, that's really what it's like. 
You don't get much rap music thumping around here, if you do it's either Mr. Gartin or Mr. Clerc down for the weekend visiting the family. Our taste of music is the singular country station polluted with a light static, but we don't mind it. We just listen anyway. 
There's people who say the small town feel doesn't exist anymore. Well tell them to come on over and mom will bake the meanest apple pie they've ever had, and prove them wrong. 
This place is something you have to experience. I can't tell you what it's like, but if you listen to a few country songs you can get a taste of it. Kinda like a light blue faded Levi feel. It's just comfortable.