A small town is a great place to raise a family. You feed them, dress them, send them out the door and they go everywhere on their own two feet no matter what the weather. We sent them out one morning and it was 50 below zero. We dressed them as warm as we could with two scarves. One tied in front to hold their coat collar up and one tied in back to cover their nose. I told them to run to school. They came home at noon for lunch. They said why did you tell us to run; it wasn't cold. We have movies of them walking up Pearl Street and turning around two or three times to wave good-bye.