I love living in a small town. A really small town. I was born and raised in Florida. The last town that I lived in had a population of 51,364. When I was 18 I moved to Tennessee. The population of the town I currently live in is 1,702. When I moved here from Florida, I was a little "culture shocked"! In Florida, the daily newspaper was very thick and filled with horrible stories of crime. In Tennessee, my local paper is published weekly, and is still very small! I got quite a kick reading it the other night. The paper was set up so that each community in the county had a small area where it could update it's members with local happenings. Well, obviously, not a lot happens. Most of them contained who was getting married, and whose birthday was coming soon. Then, they ran out of steam! The writers would then put who had visitors! And I am not talking about out of town visitors, I mean "Sara and Jim went by to visit with Mary and Bob on Saturday"! I was in shock! I could not believe that something that small, made a spot in the paper! Sadly, in Florida it would never even be considered. There, you would have to come up missing to get in the paper! And if that didn't tickle me enough, when I got to the next section, the writer started telling the readers about her pet goats! I was loving it!