I was born in a small town
and I live in a small town
probably die in a small town
oh, those small communities
Those are some of the lyrics to one of my favorite John Mellencamp songs!
Sometimes small town communities can be a good thing, sometimes it is more drama than one can bare. Yesterday, in Crothersville, it was a good thing. Two gentlemen from a utility came to our small town Town Hall to inquire about an address and gentleman who they had an appointment with.
They had been to Mr. X's address, but he was not home. The utility workers had been to our Town Hall in the past and obtained information on addresses and individuals and wanted to try us again to see if we could help them.
The homeowner in question is usually in one of two places. If he's not home, he's at a local establishment visiting with his friends. When the utility workers told us they needed inside Mr. X's home to make repairs and he wasn't answering the door, they asked if we knew where he might be. "Sure do" I said. I called the local VFW Post and asked the manager if Mr. X was there (like he always is!) To my surprise, he wasn't! I couldn't believe it!
A friend of his was going out of town to a flea market and he decided to tag along. Mr. X had a brother who was at the VFW and he was going to call another brother who would meet the utility workers at Mr. X's residence.
Problem solved...only in a small town...almost...
Twenty minutes later the utility workers show back up telling us the brother never showed and wondered if we could make another phone call to him to see what was happening. Calling the VFW manager again and asking the brother to call the other brother and have the utility worker go back to Mr. X's residence and wait again.
I guess something wasn't working correctly because a few minutes later the utility worker comes back telling us no one ever showed up and he was wondering if I could reschedule Mr. X's appointment!
I called the manager again and ask what time Mr. X usually shows up at the VFW.
We determined sometime between noon and 2:00 pm would be a good time to reschedule Mr. X's appointment.
After this was all over I wondered if we were in Indianapolis, Louisville, Chicago, or any other larger city, these utility workers and Mr. X wouldn't have been so lucky to have their appointment rescheduled.
Sometimes small town's can be a good thing...
Well, I was born in a small town
and I can breathe in a small town
gonna die in a small town
ah, that's probably where they'll bury me.
