I live in a small town in Wisconsin.
I love it.
There is a certain solidarity that bonds the folk who live in small towns that causes the aforementioned love. Something about the way everyone knows everyone else, the way everyone helps those who need help, the way small town folk mingle, in general, warms my soul. If someone’s life has taking a turn for the better, everyone is there to extend a sincere congratulations. If someone’s life has taken a turn for the worse, everyone is there to extend a helping hand or comforting shoulder.The local grocery store even sets up a communal card for whatever is currently plaguing the townsfolk.
Everything that anyone does screams community.
And you can’t spell “community” without “unity”.
I live in a small town in Wisconsin, and unlike my peers and predecessors, I will gladly live in a small town until the day I die.
