I was born in the country (in Reno, at a time when NV had barely 250,000 people in the entire state,) moved to Alaska at six weeks, grew up in Central Utah which was where my dad was born, and though I was a military wife for 30 years, and managed to function in the cities, I have always been a country girl.
The next presents to myself will be cowboy boots and maybe a pair of moccasins. And some jeans...it’s time for more jeans, now that I’m losing weight!
I’ve lived quite a few places myself and would like to think I still have America’s core values at heart. But I can’t pick up all the trash I see or I’d never get any where. I can’t smile and say “hello” to people when I pass them on the street or I’d get hauled away.
I’m waiting until I can move and hope I can remember how decent people behave.