Small Towns along the AT, Surprises

 TWO of One of a Kind:

 

The logging truck conversion

the little house on the Truck

For today:

Buena Vista, Virginia, I heard that name when I was in Boot Camp. It was not pronounced as in Spanish but by the locals just as it is spelled; BUU-na VISta. Private Billy Morton (not his real name) was from there and while in training I learned his nick name at home was Pig! 

While Sherry and I were hiking in Virginia, we passed a local hiker and asked how far it was to Buena Vista? “You must be from there, no one pronounces it that way except the residents.” Anyway he gave us directions ; we needed some supplies so we went into town.

This is a fact about the good and bad aspects of a small town. I actually stopped a man on the street. “Pardon me sir, but I was in the Marines with a guy from here, do you know Billy Morton?” I asked.

Without batting an eye he answered, “You mean Pig? Just a minute I’ll give you his phone #.”

I called and we talked awhile.  We did not meet, it was just good to stop and talk to him for a few minutes.

I married Sherry and learned small town’s residents. At one time it would have been hard to mention a name in the small town of Belmont that Sherry did not know. Shucks she might have been kin to them.  LOL

I wish at times I had been stationary and lived my life in one place.  BUT we cannot change the past!

I read the Susan Kane’s blog ‘http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/. I cannot comment on her blog anymore, but her mama seems like the average person in a small town, knowing everyone.

Are you a rambler, country, city or small town person?

NiteShipslog

PS:  I liked this!