Not quite, Dog Crosses Road.


Darcy Doyle

One aspect of living in a rural area is the sense of community that has been created over time; or as Mr FD like to tease me as I was originally a country girl, generations of inbreeding. My mother declares to this day, demented or not, that she and Dad were not related – well, not closely anyway.

People get to know people. Your electrician is my electrician, that sort of thing.

We have a little community magazine, that started life as a weekly paper eons ago, but is now just a little 6 or 8 page magazine filled with local news, photos of garden show participants and the largest vegetable at the local competition. It is like sitting on the deck with an old friend to share a gossip. Important stuff.

This week’s main article was breath taking however. Memorable.

It seems that a local business had need of the help of the local electrician. He assisted working through the night to restore their power. Job completed Sparky locked up, went home and then onto another job. Business owners returned next morning only to discover they needed Sparky’s help again. But alas, he had gone to another job!

The word from his wife was that the route might take him down the main street and right by the business. So ever the need, the Owner wrote a sign with the words “Dan call in!” and plants it on the footpath. Dan being Sparky’s real name – sorry if you thought he was really called Sparky.

Now it gets hilarious here…

Turns out Owner has an employee named Dan who was having the day off. Someone saw the sign and told Day off Dan he was needed at work. So Day off Day gets dressed in his work clothes and presents himself. What a hoot, the wrong Dan!

Yes, that is the kind of community we live in now. The simplicity is just wonderful – quarter page article and photo of the sign complete.


Don’t spoil my day by asking why they didn’t phone Dan on his mobile. Let me live in my Norman Rockwell fantasy a few minutes longer.


3 thoughts on “Not quite, Dog Crosses Road.

  1. I found this delightfully refreshing! I too live in a small town, and after “escaping the boredom” to go to a more urban college managed to find my way back after grad school. Sadly, the gas boom took effect a few years ago, and things haven’t been the same since. Huge influx of people, ridiculous traffic, crime, etc.

    They have moved on to greener pastures for now, but I know they will be back when the price of gas raises again. There are still signs of them everywhere…pipeline-related buildings, gas worker-related billboards, even the shoe store isn’t the same anymore (because regular town folk don’t need one half of the store dedicated to work boots). The effect on our water supply is an ongoing concern, even though they swear everything is ok, and when chemical levels soar after fracking, it’s not their fault, it is a “natural occurrence”. They did a documentary on a nearby town that can actually light their water on fire. Not their fault, either. I wonder if they will also be saying that when the cancer rates soar in a decade or two.

    I used to not be able to go anywhere in our town without bumping into someone I knew, or my parents knew, or my grandparents knew, or my great-grandparents knew (“and how are they doing, anyway? I remember when….” or “when you see your ___________, tell them ___________” . I used to find it all so annoying, because I was busybusybusyrushingrushinrushing. Now I’m lucky if I can find anyone I know these days.

    So, before I go full-fledge rant, I wanted to thank you for your lovely post. It reminded me of the town that I grew up in, and so desperately wanted to raise my daughter in.


    • I think we have to leave and come back again to really appreciate home towns. I must admit that ten years ago I would have hated living where we do, now, but there is a time for everything, and this is the time for us.


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