Small Town

"Famous In A Small Town"

Travis Howard, Miranda Lambert

They say life is so much sweeter

Through the telephoto lens of fame

Around here you get just as much attention

Cheerin' at the high school football game

I dreamed of going to Nashville

Put my money down and placed my bet

But I just got the first buck of the season

I made the front page of the Turnertown Gazette

Every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to tell

Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend

Maybe knows it just a little too well

Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail

Hey, word's gonna get around

Everybody dies famous in a small town

Tyler and Casey broke up

It ended pretty quietly

And we heard he was caught red-handed with her mama

So that's just what they let us all believe

Every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to tell

Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend

Maybe knows it just a little too well

Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail

Hey, word's gonna get around

Everybody dies famous in a small town

Well, baby

Who needs their faces in a magazine?

Me and you

We've been stars in this town since we were seventeen

Let's go on down to the quick stop

Wear your yellow shades and I'll put on my tight jeans

and we'll just spend the weekend burnin' rubber

And we'll let 'em point and stare in disbelief

'Cause every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to tell

Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend

Maybe knows it just a little too well

Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail

Hey, word's gonna get around

Everybody dies famous in a small town

Everybody dies famous in a small town

I've said it before:  I love my town.  It's a small city, with a small-er town feel.  Cozy.  Comfortable.  Familiar.  Yesterday I dined at my favorite restaurant ever.  Arris' Pizza Palace is a local tradition.  I remember my first visit there.  My dad and mom took me and my sister for a large sausage pizza and a pitcher of Coke.  That was a long time ago.  A lot has changed ~ my family, the restaurant's atmosphere ~ but much remains the same.  I still order that same sausage pizza (handmade Greek sausage, that is)...

...and I still enjoy the view while I indulge.

When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.  ~Sam Ewing

There's a lot to be said for small town life.  I wouldn't trade it
for, say, the world.

I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world. ~George Washington

It was supposed to snow another 4-6 inches today.  The meterologists were wrong.  So few snowflakes, and they never even stuck.  That means school will be in session.  I'm only mildly sorry.  As much as I love winter, I'm still dreaming of spring.  I've decided to buy flower pots this week.  I won't be planting flowers yet (too many snow angels left to make), but I'll be baking these:

Topped like this:

Or maybe I'll make one of these:

Tomato Tarte

Raspberry Tarte

 

I must, I must, I must quit typing while my stomach is talking to me.  I am hungry!  Due to some health 'issues', I've upped the calories (no regrets, the starvation plan served its purpose) and am dreaming of food.  Good food.  Fresh food. 

 

The farmer has to be an optimist or he wouldn't still be a farmer. ~Will Rogers
 
Farmer's Market food.  I cannot wait!