tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post114003330505354466..comments2024-03-18T22:27:39.461-05:00Comments on St. Vincent Memories: In Appreciation of Small TownsTrishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-1140034530225114312006-02-15T14:15:00.000-06:002006-02-15T14:15:00.000-06:00A small time is an extension of the family home. ...A small time is an extension of the family home. We feel, at some time, that we've outgrown it. Our sites rest on the horizon, and the town no longer seems able to contain us.<BR/><BR/>Small towns are like the family, because sooner or later, when we've got over our cock-sure adventuring, we're going to realise just what it was about the place that we took for granted, and how much we miss it.<BR/><BR/>And it feels great to come home again.<BR/><BR/>That was deep for me. I must have eaten something odd.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13331279148882391520noreply@blogger.com