At CVS Pharmacy this morning, I tell the manager behind the counter not to order "my" cigarettes anymore–they used to hide a box for me under the counter. She loudly congratulated me, told the other girl I’ve stopped smoking and she congratulated and wished me luck as well.
The next stop, Ron’s Agway, where both Ron (my age and recently divorced) and Adam, a great kid (20) who wants to be a geologist, tell me I’m lookin’ good. I tell them I stopped smoking and Ron said yeah, but there’s more to it; that I look happier and less stressed out. Yeah, I grin; a three-year long cloud finally has, I think, cleared out.
Small towns are neat that way because you know each other. But small towns have bears. 64 sightings in the last one-year period. Only two towns have a higher number: 71 in Granby up near the MA border; and Simsbury leads with 74. Of course that could be a single bear who likes to take a daily hike.