Antique Mommy tells of Tuna, a quaint little small town where her in-laws live and everyone knows your name. Bankers are happy for your business and you can get some therapy with a make-over.
My little town is Tuna in disguise. Oh, we're big enough for our bank tellers to not really care when you show up, and we have our fair share of stoplights. Sometimes it even takes 12 whole minutes to drive "clear across town". But we are Tuna at heart.
I've always suspected it. While, sadly, this is the largest town I've ever held permanent residence in, it's really just a Tuna, but without all of the courtesy. What really drove this point home for me was the news tonight.
Our LEAD STORY on the local news is that ... (drumroll, please) we are getting 7-11 stores. Wake the kids, phone the neighbors, we're getting 7-11's.
That said, can I hear it for an Icee and a Big Gulp?
