I mentioned my mom’s hometown in my last post. I’m not sure I mentioned how small it is. She graduated wtih 55 people in her class. The town has one caution light. You know a town is small when there is a “the” in front of everything. As in, when we stopped to visit Pap today and he wasn’t there, Mom says, “Let’s go to the restaurant and see if he’s in there.” There are a lot of “thes”. The bank. The post office. The dollar store. The school. The light. The train tracks. And my personal favorite from today…my mom asks my grandfather where someone lived and he says, “Down the road.”