Life lived in a small town reaches beyond the very dreams we all share. Most never realize this until they reach the age of being too old to enjoy it I have always, in my heart and mind, lived the life of a small town boy, growing up poor, yet in so many ways being very rich. I can recall family visits on hot summer Sunday afternoons, sitting on the porch in a swing between my paternal grandparents, having them tell me how smart I was, and when I...