I love the community spirit of a small town.
In any gathering of our small town there are no strangers. Only friends and neighbors.
Wherever there is a gathering of friends and neighbors, there is a spread of good food. Food is fellowship. It brings people together at a common table. Breaking bread together while swapping the latest news with an old neighbor or a friend not seen in ages is a form of fellowship as old as humankind.
Despite hard economic times, the friends and neighbors bid and bought until there was nothing left.