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  • The one thing that made me leave the small town I was born in was my dad's new job. I was four at the time we moved, but went back often because that's where my grandparents lived, aunt and uncle and cousins. It was a place where everyone knew each other, and if you didn't see them on Sunday, you might catch them at the old Maid Rite diner or one of the other small-town eateries, maybe at Beck's.

    I don't get back there very often, now. The town has managed to survive although many of the old buildings in the downtown are now gone. The railroad tracks cut right through the middle of town, and there is a lot of green space on either side of the tracks, almost park like.

    I should go back for a visit. The memories have instilled a love of small towns. I love 'em. I was born in a small town. Have lived as an adult in small towns, and look for the uniqueness and friendliness of small towns as I travel the back roads of America.

    Brent
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