There's is nothing like Thanksgiving in a small town.
Dawson is the epitome of small.
*think 'It's a Wonderful Life'!*
But I love it.
It's like taking a breath of fresh air.
The fact that cell phone coverage is scattered,
cars drive about 15 mph (if you even pass one),
tractors are the main mode of transport,
and there's nothing but wide open fields
bothers me not a bit.
It's small, but its relaxing!
This is where Dad's high school used to be ...
the building burned this fall.
No small town is complete without The Pig!
Ahhhh ... and this to look at every afternoon,
right out the back of the house.
Nothin' like it.
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