I live in a small town with nice people.
Nice community theater people.
Nice non-swearing churchgoing people.
Nice people who keep their mouths shut and their eyes closed.
Nice people who live in ticky tacky houses and sweep their front porches.
Nice people with children who send text messages and drive to nowhere in the middle of the night.
Nice high school teaching, comfortably living people.
Nice mothers-and-fathers people with bright voices and dark eyes.
Nice bored people.
I live in a small town with nice people.
But occasionally they all go momentarily mad.
Written on the night of 11/13/2015, after seeing my community theater's production of Mary Poppins.
