Yes, small towns offer a level of comfort in the predictability. Errands are a run of habit and the faces are familiar.
As I drove out of town, a woman walking down the street in a red and black plaid Chanel two-piece suit caught my eye. Doc Martin boots and multiple tattoos on her arms, legs, and on her scalp where the hair had been shaved to define the gray mohawk.
I was frightened. In the big city sixty miles north of here I would have been mildly intrigued.