Greenville is a Blue Plate Special Kind of Town

Not that there's anything wrong with that! As a matter of fact, I'm very fond of that fact! I recommend the "best and lightest, fresh-battered onion rings" from Troy's Triple Nickel and "the Chef's Salad you can't eat in one sitting" at Breitie's Again almost daily.

A "blue-plate special town" is a great place to raise children. The parents of my two grandchildren just made a "quality of life" decision to move from Dallas to Greenville this past October. They've purchased their dream of 20 acres, a horse stable, and a home that overlooks a fishing pond. They want their children to enjoy the experiences they had growing up in a small town. They already subscribe to The Advocate and are impressed that people actually write to the editor and a letter has real consequences in a "blue-plate special town."

They can't wait to go to soccer matches, baseball games, dance recitals and family activities on the square. Trammel and Katie already walked in the Teddy Bear Parade and gave Santa their Christmas letters at Santa's House.

It's in our small towns that people congregate in sickness and in health and where children learn about life and death. It's where kids learn about fair play, trade offs and tolerance . . . and where the buck really stops.

If you see this grandma walking around the square with her superhero-caped grandson and her granddaughter wearing Dorthy's red sparkle shoes, think about what it means to live in a "blue-plate special town" where people actually care about silly little details like this!