What You Will Do Here – A Guide
September 24, 2011
While out for my morning walk, some guy driving a newer model European car flagged me over. I eyed him suspiciously because I knew he wasn’t from around here. Still, he seemed nice enough so we struck up a conversation.
As it turns out he’s checking out my little town because he’s thinking of moving here and as is typical of city people, he began firing questions at me a mile a minute.
“Where’s the real estate office? Are there homes in the country? What do people do here?”
The first two were easy. There’s never been a realtor in this town and there are lots of homes in the country. The third question is a little harder.
Mostly what people do here is sit around drinking coffee and talking. There’s a ton of stuff to talk about so it takes all day long. If they get tired of sitting, they walk around until they find another person they can talk some more to.
In the evenings, people get their pickups out and drive around. There are only eleven paved roads in town, but they drive slowly. That way they can see everything that’s going on. For example, who has their garage doors open and what they have in there.
Whatever they see in the evenings, they bring up for discussion at morning coffee. The details are analyzed and carefully noted for more conversations that will arise throughout the day.
It may sound dull, but it isn’t. For example, if it’s seen that Frank is missing the extension ladder in his garage but ToniJo now has one in her garage, there are conclusions that can be drawn.
One is that Frank is secretly seeing ToniJo and letting her use his extension ladder. Within a few days Frank and ToniJo are engaged to be married. He’s moving into her house where he’s been keeping his extension ladder. They’re planning to honeymoon at Lake Tahoe.
Then, ToniJo hears and is mad at everybody because she can’t stand Frank, who lent his ladder to his cousin, and her nephew gave her the ladder that’s in her garage. She forgot to tell all of us that so we’re mad at ToniJo for keeping secrets from us.

September 24, 2011 at 1:16 pm
Sounds like a updated Jane Austen novel.
September 24, 2011 at 1:39 pm
In many ways, it is.
September 24, 2011 at 1:18 pm
What’s the name of where you live, again?
I wanna GoogleMap it…
September 24, 2011 at 1:45 pm
Well, here’s the funny part. (I see what you’re trying to figure out.) Frank got sick of all this mess so he moved to a neighboring town. I checked his house over there via GoogleMap, but his garage door is closed so I can’t tell if his nephew brought his ladder back or not!
September 24, 2011 at 2:31 pm
His cousin I mean. It’s so hard to keep all this straight!
September 24, 2011 at 4:25 pm
Sounds a lot like the tiny town I grew up in…except we lived way out in the country and didn’t sit around drinking coffee and talking with the neighbors..but everyone sure knew what was going on with everyone else, or thought they did…
September 25, 2011 at 7:19 pm
Isn’t it so funny? And people do make up some funny stuff to make other peoples’ lives appear very interesting.
September 24, 2011 at 8:42 pm
I didn’t think there was anywhere in the world without a real estate agent. You should hang out your shingle!
September 25, 2011 at 7:24 pm
There isn’t any need for one anymore. Our property values are so low. A lot with all utility hookups will sell for around $2,500-$3,000.
Trade your used pickup in on a single-wide, set it up on the lot…that’s another thing you’ll do here. Say, maybe you’re right Freedom. I should hang out a shingle for lot sales!
September 25, 2011 at 5:44 am
“What do people do here?” is a byproduct of the fact that city people need the constant state of stimulation whereas country folk are self starters.
September 25, 2011 at 7:25 pm
True. It begins when they see we have no malls. Just Wal-mart and the feedstore–something else to do here.
September 25, 2011 at 8:46 am
I thought you were in Kansas. This sounds like my life! And no, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
September 25, 2011 at 7:33 pm
Well we are both residents of rectangle states. I can see why you’re happy up North!
September 25, 2011 at 7:36 pm
Indeed we are, and you sound pretty happy down South.
September 26, 2011 at 4:17 pm
Oh, I love your blog! You make me laugh every time. What would I do without you? And I gotta know what happened to the Frank’s ladder…;)
September 27, 2011 at 8:29 am
Thank you Lorna. I love it that you read it. I’ll ask around because I’m sure someone knows about Frank’s ladder.