My beat-up Honda coughs out a black cloud of smoke as I kill the engine. I’m actually surprised it made the leg over here and that I didn’t need to call AAA. As I exit my car, I understand why they call this part of the state The Quiet Corner. The semi-rural town is more rustic than suburbia, and I love it. It’s the exact reason I chose to move here. With the population coming in at just over twelve thousand, it’s large enough not to be noticed, but small and boring enough that folks just keep driving by.
The quiet stretch of dated stores provides the essentials for a one-stop shop. There are a few people going about their daily duties, hands filled with groceries, busy to get from point A to B. I lower my head, not interested in getting to know my fellow townsfolk, because after this mor
