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Yeah, but do you have a Walmart SuperCenter? הרחפת שלי מלאה בצלופחים | |||
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Yes, patience is required when driving a motorcycle around that stupid traffic circle in Wickenburg? ********* "Some people are alive today because it's against the law to kill them". | |||
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There’s a Walmart nearly adequate Center only 75 miles away. Which makes it nice and everything. | |||
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Grew up in a small town (population was around 725) The school had grades 1 & 2 in the same classroom taught by the same teacher. Same with grades 3 & 4. Grades 5 thru 9 in their own class rooms. Grade 10-12 the students changed class rooms depending on the subject being taught. My graduating class was the largest in the schools history 19. No red lights Everyone knew everyone on a first name basis No Buses, Taxi cabs, or mass media 3 churches, 4 bars, and 1 bar with 4 rooms to let out on the second floor Police on duty from about 7am till 11pm Most people left their homes door unlocked Keys were left in most car overnight It great growing up in small town USA | |||
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Our town was really small. It was located right between "Slow Down" and "Litter Barrel." We had two gas stations, but they shared the same pump. הרחפת שלי מלאה בצלופחים | |||
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Bell Buckle Collecting dust. | |||
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Make America Great Again |
I know exactly where that is; not far from me either! Very nice little place for sure! Oh, and MUCH nicer than McEwen is... _____________________________ Bill R. North Alabama | |||
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The two circles in town (along the river) were built horribly, banked the wrong way. Tractor trailers are overturning there frequently. Of course they are trying to take it a bit fast. The newest circle on US 93 at Wickeburg Ranch, north of town (the one with the world record size spurs in the middle island), was done correctly and should be easy for a motorcyclist. | |||
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I live in a small town, 380 pop., a Post Office that has been here since 1880's, two churches one of which is in the old Court House, that served as the court house, school and served as church on Sunday as a Baptist, Methodist, and Catholic Church on rotating Sunday's, now it's only the Methodist Church. The school was split off in the 1890's and the single room building was in service as the school until 1968! No stop lights, only stop signs. One restaurant that also sells furniture and knickknacks. Three cemeteries, one of which has a soldier from the Revolutionary War, the Civil War and World War I. In the founding of the county it was the county seat, until the rail road tracks was put in in the next big town in the late 1800's. My neighbor is 80 years old, was born in a house 300 yards from where he lives now, went to and graduated from the one room school building, and has never lived anywhere else in his life! Elijah Craig settled here when it was "the Frontier", Alex De tocqueville came through here on his way to Louisville when he was writing "Democracy in America". A Kentucky Derby winning horse from the 1890's was bread just down the road. An Olympic medal winner is from here, we have a couple of writers and artist here of note. The court house was part of the underground railroad. Back then there was over 3000 in population! Unfortunately alot of history is lost of my now sleepy little town. I don't want to live any place else. ARman | |||
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I grew up in a small farming community with a population of about 9000 at the time. My mom and dad owned a small tavern. Our house was attached to it. Great and interesting way to grow up. I remember we had a popcorn wagon parked on main street that was open until about 7 at night. You could get a bag of hot buttered popcorn for a dime or hot roasted peanuts for a nickel. "Fixed fortifications are monuments to mans stupidity" - George S. Patton | |||
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Early in my life we lived in a small town in North Dakota a few miles from the Canadian border. I would go to day care in the morning and sometimes the husband of the woman who ran the day care would let me ride along with him while he was doing his job – either the garbage or the police pickup (he was both the garbage man and the town policeman). Years later when I would go back and visit my grandparents my name (and usually the names of others I brought with me) would appear in the local gossip column of the county paper. Didn’t take long for me to make sure I visited BOTH sets of grandparents in the area when I was there. | |||
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