My wife grew up in the suburbs.  I grew up in the country.  That means that every once in a while, when I casually mention a detail of my childhood, she’ll give me that “what planet are you from?” look.

She never got her water from a cistern, never had to put underpinning on her trailer to keep her pipes from freezing and never ever got to discover the magic of the party line.  What’s that, you say?  You don’t know about the party line either?   You see, this is what I’m talking about.  City slickers.

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