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We keep our walkin’ around money at the Credit Union, Associated Health Care Workers.\u00a0 I like credit unions because they’re small and friendly, unlike our mortgage holder, Wells Fargo, who has shafted us time and again.\u00a0 The credit union knows who we are.\u00a0 I went in today to pick up our weekly cash and the teller said, “I’m used to having Lynne pick up the money.”\u00a0 She doesn’t Lynne goes by Kate, but otherwise.\u00a0 “Yes, she had surgery.”\u00a0 “Oh, yeah, how did that go?”\u00a0 “Well.\u00a0 She’s walking around.”<\/p>\n
I grew up in a small town and I value personal interaction with merchants.\u00a0 It makes me feel known and welcome in a broad, perhaps shallow way; but a wider net of personal connections away from work or friends gives a sense of density to life often, perhaps usually, lost in the city.<\/p>\n
The electrician, Jeff, who works on our stuff from time to time was out today.\u00a0 He lives here in Andover and we talked about bees and hemp while I tried to identify where the fence guys cut the wire to the sheds.\u00a0 Again, personal.<\/p>\n
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In Alexandria, where I lived from age 2 to age 17, most people knew who I was and I knew who they were.\u00a0 Alexandria had about 5,000 citizens, but the families were much fewer and knowing a family member meant you had some sense of the rest, too.\u00a0 Yes, it can be suffocating, perhaps more so as an adult, but as a kid, it meant there was no where in town I felt anonymous, a cipher, just a person paying 4 bucks for a latte or buying a new computer.\u00a0 Neither of which we had of course when I grew up in the 50’s and early 60’s.<\/p>\n
You can take the boy out of the small town, but…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Strawberry Moon We keep our walkin’ around money at the Credit Union, Associated Health Care Workers.\u00a0 I like credit unions because they’re small and friendly, unlike our mortgage holder, Wells Fargo, who has shafted us time and again.\u00a0 The credit union knows who we are.\u00a0 I went in today to pick up our … Continue reading Oh, Yeah? How’d It Go?<\/span>