Beware the rabid skunk

Though I'd have never expected it, I've found myself living in ever smaller towns over the last number of years. Most of the time, things roll merrily along and I quite enjoy all of the things I just couldn't do if I lived in a more populated place. Don't get me wrong, I'm not about to deny all of those complaints that the coffee shop closes at 4:30 and 2 on Sundays, or that I can't ever walk anyplace...except the ocean... but mostly, I do love living near the far coast.

On a fairly regular basis, things happen that remind me just how small this town is. These are the sorts of stories that make you shake your head and smile. These are the stories that you tell over and over again to friends who live in bigger places, knowing that they are what make this place special.

This week's gem:
Encounter With Rabid Skunk Surprises Jefferson Resident