It's just geography. Where my nephews can climb to the top of their grandfathers barn, just because they can.

Seattle doesn't have anything I can't find here. Well, maybe except a good recycling program. Oh, and except for the lack of Indian restaurants and Octo-movie plexes and traffic. Downtown roads are in dire need of repaving, but no one seems to mind much. Listening to Red House Painters, Such Great Heights, at the only cafe/music venue/creative arts center in town. Coffee is just as expensive as it is in Seattle, $1.50 for a small cup of drip coffee. The cafe sits on the corner, diagnoal from the community bank and next to the famous Texas Hot eatery, only the home of the best chili dogs on the planet and yummy late night dessert pie. I think I can get a 50 cent cup of joe at the Modern Diner down the street. Bottomless, of course. Inside this place makes you feel like you are just about anywhere.

Step outside and you're reminded where you really are - there are 5 traffic lights in town, no real dividers in the street to tell right from left, but the people...the people are real and friendly and say hello when you walk by as if they know you, and they hold doors open for each other and they wave from across the street and they are quiet and content. Or at least it appears that way. You can have all the traffic and octo-plexes you want. Give me a sincere smile from a complete stranger and a wave from the UPS man as you drive by. That's not geography, that's where you are. Home.

I like it.