Small Towns
Jun. 3rd, 2005 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinanjuI come from a small town. My parents didn't even have an actual street address until long after I moved away. If you wanted to send them a letter, you sent it to the PO Box. If you wanted to visit, you had to be told how to find their house without benefit of street numbers. Fortunately, it was a street with few houses on it so it wasn't hard.
I just called the local florist there long distance to arrange to have flowers delivered to my mother for her birthday. The floriest answered, asking what I wanted. I said i wanted to send flower to my mother for her birthday. He asked her name. I told him. I told him what I wanted. I gave him my card number to pay for it.
He never asked her address. He already knew where my parents live.
A college friend of mine (an army brat who mostly lived in the DC metro area) is still tickled to this day that she once sent me a letter during summer break from college addressed with nothing but my name and the town, state and zip code and it still got to me.
Small towns. Ya gotta love 'em. (But live in 'em anymore? Hell no!)
I just called the local florist there long distance to arrange to have flowers delivered to my mother for her birthday. The floriest answered, asking what I wanted. I said i wanted to send flower to my mother for her birthday. He asked her name. I told him. I told him what I wanted. I gave him my card number to pay for it.
He never asked her address. He already knew where my parents live.
A college friend of mine (an army brat who mostly lived in the DC metro area) is still tickled to this day that she once sent me a letter during summer break from college addressed with nothing but my name and the town, state and zip code and it still got to me.
Small towns. Ya gotta love 'em. (But live in 'em anymore? Hell no!)
