Moving has always been pretty easy for me.
I just pack my bags move into the local motel in my new hometown, get to know my job, feel sorry for myself because I get lonely and wait for Molly and the kids to arrive.
The kids used to be my two daughters; now it's my two dogs and one cat.
Sometimes it has taken a couple of weeks and sometimes a month or longer before they arrived.
The tale of our moves could be placed into categories - my easy part and then there's Ms. Molly's part.
She has to take care of all of the affairs of closing out the old homestead and the added responsibility of creating a new one. Actually, I think I help a lot on the moves - Molly would tell you otherwise.
Years ago she would have housekeeping set up in two days tops. It was something I always marveled at and just took for granted.
This move has been a lot harder. I could say because she is just a little bit older but that wouldn't be polite. It actually took Molly a week to make our new digs presentable - so presentable that the president of these United States, if he wished, could have stopped by unannounced, enjoyed a glass of sweet tea and felt comfortable enough to seek my advice on how to solve the world's problems.
We had made arrangements to move into a very nice home here close to Covington, but at the last minute the arrangements fell through. Since our move was in full motion, I had one day to find a replacement home.
I was fortunate to find a newer home in one of the most delightful, charming places I have ever had the privilege to live.
My new community is none other than Social Circle.
I was surprised to find that Social Circle has its own grocery store, where the prices are very competitive, a grand old style family eating establishment, a family sports restaurant of sorts and a little place that serves wings, which includes a special that not only has 50 wings, but sides and tea, all from some kind of miniature chickens, but very tasty. There is also a breakfast place that closes before we get to moving around in town on weekends and an old fashioned hardware store.
There are also a few economical family stores, a bank and a chiropractor, that we will need to visit after intensive gardening to keep our house looking as good as the neighbors.
Alas the Burger King is closed down.
The people of Social Circle are very outgoing and polite. My first Saturday there I couldn't figure how to turn my gas on so I stopped by the fire department. One of my new city's bravest directed me to the head of the gas department, who was busy tearing down old homes in clearing the way for a new city hall.
This gentleman took the time to show me how to turn on my gas and offered to come right over and do it for me. Even though I did figure it out myself with a few whacks of the hammer, I thought both of them were darn hospitable.
We also have a post office. The people who work there actually smile and there is no waiting
We only have one stop light in town, which makes it so easy to give directions. You either turn right or left at the stop light or just keep going. You need no other directions.
Speaking of the city itself, the management has set forth tight rules. I can tell you if you are going to live in our fine city, you will follow the rules.
When I signed up for my gas water and trash service, I was told I needed to put up a $250 deposit. I said, "Ma'm, never in all my moves have I had to pay a deposit." She politely, and with a look that my momma used to give me when I was going to lose an argument, told me that everyone pays this deposit and if you pay your bill on time for one year, you will get the deposit back. I was afraid to ask her if the city paid interest on that deposit
I was told by one of my fellow employees that the police really enforce the speeding laws. I chuckled at this because everyone knows that when the speed limit says 25 it really means 50.
The very next day as I pulled out of my community ready to make up some lost time on my way to Covington, there was one of our city's finest with his radar detection unit at 7 a.m. making sure our city was safe from speeders.
It sunk in right then and there - you don't mess with Social Circle.
So when you see an old grey-haired guy with both hands on the steering wheel with his seat belt buckled tightly around his fat little body going 24.5 miles and hour through town driving a little red SUV with a disgruntled trail of drivers in their cars behind him who don't know any better. Just remember I'm just following the rules.
I really only have had one real problem since I've moved to my new city. I really don't mean to complain, but for some reason nobody can get us a trash can.
I have been told that we have a strong mayor, who is truly the boss man of our city.
So, Mr. Mayor, I am going to ask your help. I have lived in our city, I hope you don't mind my saying our, for close to a month and I have no trash can.
Mr. Mayor, sir, could you see that I get a trash can. If I do, then I will know that for sure I have become an official citizen of the great city of Social Circle, the little city that roars.T. Pat Cavanaugh is the general manager of The Covington News. He can be reached at email@example.com