That Small Town

It's just a small town nestled in the foothills of the Smokey mountains. It's off the beaten path not too far from most places but a long way from anywhere.

This little town is not unlike my hometown, it's small, real small. Everybody knows everybody. They always told me around my hometown that if you don't know what you're doing just ask somebody because they'll know.

I've visited this little town twice now, and I'm starting to fall in love with it. There's not much going on, baseball and softball tournaments in the spring and summer. High school football on fall Friday nights and college ball on Saturday. Sunday dinner at Grandma's house and a big celebration every Easter. Yeah this little town ain't so much different than my hometown and I'm starting to fall in love with it.

The people that live in this backwards little town are good people, God fearing people. Folks who welcome you in with open arms and a smile with a "hey how are you? So nice to see you again."

I feel a strong emotional connection to this town. There is something in the air. It stirs a feeling in my soul that only a small southern town can. I've only been to this town twice, but I've been here my whole life. It's not too far from most places but a long way from anywhere.