I LOVE LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN

Last night I wrote a note on the pad I keep on my nightstand reminding me to call my CPA first thing.  As I ran through downtown at the end of my jog this morning, I saw my CPA in front of his building.  I stopped and discussed with him the tax issue about which I had planned to call him.  Last week I discovered one of my tires flat in my carport.  I walked the two blocks to my office and called my friend who owns a tire business.  By nine a.m., his service crew had come to my house, replaced the tire and called to tell me my vehicle was road-ready again.  Yesterday I left the office at five p.m., peak traffic time, and was home in mere moments, surviving another "rush minute" on local streets.  Through the internet and satellite I see everything that's going on in the world.  I read online the best newspapers here and abroad.  There's no glitz and glamour, but living small town life sure is convenient.  Easy on the blood pressure, too.