I live in a small borough. Grocery store, bank, Italian restraunt and a dine and bar. Its an old coal mine town with a lot of history. Our house used to be the the general store. Also held the explosives for the mines. Its 126 years old. Our main street is the town square. We love it here. People are wonderful. We are outsiders but accepted. Everyone is related in some way or other. I'm from a big city, but like the small town, nestled in a valley forrest and mts. No one is in a hurry.