tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750244306663708036.post4033670822487873015..comments2024-03-28T13:22:19.837-07:00Comments on Pa Rock's Ramble: It's a Small Town After AllPa Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16747526882424245608noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750244306663708036.post-36392252947989531192014-07-30T05:21:30.068-07:002014-07-30T05:21:30.068-07:00The first time I made it to West Plains must have ...The first time I made it to West Plains must have been around 1961. I spent the summer on a farm in Gainesville. Well, we got into town and had a flat tire, caused by a horseshoe nail. Later, when I worked in the land title business, the town reminded me of listening to the Grand Ole Opry because a major thoroughfare is named after Porter Wagoner. I negotiated a plea for a young lady charged with manufacturing marijuana when I was lawyering. You have the biggest sheriff's deputies I have ever seen. They could have easily played for the NFL. Now you have four Casey's and that says much since most towns are lucky to get one or two.Xobekimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13973381691719755451noreply@blogger.com