When . . . Third street is on the edge of town. The airport runway is a pasture. You dial a wrong number and talk for 15 minutes.
Country is the only music on the radio.
You call each dog by name and it wags at you. You are run off Main Street by a combine. The pickups outnumber the cars three to one. You miss a Sunday at church and receive a get-well card. You don't use a turn signal because everyone knows where you're going.