I'm definitely showing my age.
When I was growing up, my husband and I both lived in a tiny Missouri town roughly the physical size of the Waco airport and the population of a Walmart on Saturday morning. What I'm saying is, it was small, and the streets didn't have names, but everyone knew which one to take. The one blinking red light tripped up some people when it was added to the main strip. But it was really a small inconvenience as it was hardly used, and taken down just a few short years later when it's cost didn't justify the use. I could go on about the pluses and minuses of growing up in such a small town. Everyone knew what was happening up at the water tower and the basketball games were mandatory, but there was also the opportunity to be involved in any sport/club/activity. In larger communities a child has to be tested to find out what instrument he or she is suited. In Gilman, you walked into the instrument closet and picked something out. And if you showed up and didn't squeak much, you were in the top half of the class. Just ask me some time how many instruments I "know" how to play. A