This is obviously what my blog is named after. But after watching this, I think Hal looks like/ reminds me of Steve Earl. No?

Lost and found in a border town

I have moved. What's funny is when I started this blog I lived in the city, but there was always that notion that I would move back to a small town. I grew up in a small town, moved away to a small town, went to college in a small town then moved to the city. I felt stuck there for 14 years. Then one day I got the notion that I was moving. And I found a job in a tiny town that everyone seems to love.
I live in an 116-year-old house. ( built in 1900. I feel like if I stay here for a while I should celebrate it's birthday every new year.)

I laugh at the quirks of small town livings. For example, Today I went to the post office. There are two mail slots for outgoing mail. Local and out- of- town. I vaguely recall this in my childhood home. But, in the big city it's just outgoing mail. Besides, everything goes to Phoenix to be sorted now anyways. Can't they sort their own mail? I mean come on, what do they get  15 letters a day?

There is a Harvest moon tonight, also some sort of fire celebration at the high school. I see fire particles going up into the sky from my house and jubilant chatter and a marching band. It seems too early for homecoming, but I assume that is what's going on.