Texas gal born and bred. Family ranch in Webb county - on the border with Mexico.
I've drifted around Texas. Ended up in Danbury when I got divorced. The Judge said don't take the kid and move - you can live in the three contiguous counties. Came here because one afternoon, after working the day at Brett's fish farm, as I was driving home, had to slow for a gaggle of young kids walking barefoot down the road with towels - they had been swimming in someone's pond.
It seems like a safe place to raise kids. Too safe, really. The locals are overly complacent.
You can leave your door unlocked - so Mr. Vrazel can come in to do plumbing repairs. He will get it done, and leave the ticket on the table.
The local priest, before he moved, would come over for lamb dinner. I'm not catholic - but enjoyed his company.
But someone stole my dog off the office porch. :*( Bandit (the golden) and Deevah (the Rottweiler) got cold and walked from the house to the office. Both had collars with my phone number. Bandit showed up three days later without his collar.
Weird, because I've not had anything else stolen. Not electronics, not money - just my bad dog.
The Police chief knows my name. And doesn't call - that's a good thing.
When we blow up fireworks in the front yard, noone complains.
We can build bonfires in the back yard.
I like the comfy of a small town - and the freedom of rural living.
And its not bad that the water is only 30 feet down - we can always dig a well.