I'd love to live that far from a busy road. The house where I lived when this happened was about 50 feet from a main state highway that crossed a dam over the Tennessee River, so there was always traffic on it, even in the middle of the night. A lot of it was log trucks going to and from a paper mill on the other side of the river. Sometimes I would swear that they were driving right through my living room, especially if they decided to use their jake breaks. I always thought that was an incredibly rude thing to do in a residential area. I still live fairly close to that same highway, just 20 miles or so further south. There's not near the log truck traffic, but I live very close to a county school, so I get that traffic. Baseball and Softball season has started and there's a crowd out at the fields nearly all the time. In the fall, it's peewee football. But, it's a nice community. My husband grew up there and everybody knows everybody else, and who their Mama and Daddy is, and who their Grandma and Grandpa are and so on forever. So you'd better not do anything wrong or somebody's gonna know it and tell. ;o)
That's kind of how our town is. We have lived here now for 26 years, and just recently the old timers:) have stopped calling us squatters. I think we are finally considered Bixbians:)
Heading out now to get Rocky saddled. See ya.
Becky