Originally Posted by Gordon Nichols - Massachusetts 1993 CMC:
Wow. That looks like "Grapevine, Texas (just west of Dallas).
Right out of 1953.
I like it.
It's true: we live in Mayberry RFD, on purpose for the most part. I love this little hick-town.
I've got kids up in Chicago. It's a fun place to visit, and the future is in big cities (I keep hearing)-- but I feel like I've given my family a pretty darned good life here. I live in a big house I built with my own hands, plying a trade with skills I learned from my dad. My wife cooks a big family dinner every Sunday.
Things are changing. Most of the small farms are leased out now, and Bonnie's Cafe finally closed after 50 years in continuous operation. We've got a snooty coffee shop in the old train depot, and the state has done it's level best to bankrupt us all.
The summers still swelter, and the winters... well, the winters will be the undoing of me, eventually.
But I've known everybody in town for my whole life. My lawyer closes his office for deer season, and I can borrow money from the bank on pretty much a handshake. My accountant is a straight-laced tax-law idiot-savant whose kids became CPAs and work in his office. All of our kids had a lot of the same teachers through high-school we did, and a classmate of mine is the superintendent of schools. We've got 5 churches for the 2000 souls that call Tremont, IL home, and those churches are full every Sunday. When the corn is shooting tassels, and the cicadas are in full song, and the night sky is a canopy of stars-- it's pretty magical.
Every year at the beginning of June, everybody (and I really mean EVERYBODY) pulls together for the annual Turkey Festival (nope, not kidding). We're building CD3 around being in town for that weekend.
Want to find the America you thought was lost 50 years ago?
Have we got a show for you.