So we stood there, my wife and I, looking at a train display in the window of a small bank, my eyes as wide as saucers as I watched the toy train chug around the track. One of the cars had a moveable searchlight on it, and that brought back warm memories. My wife said something to me but I had already traveled back in time to when I was 8 years old and my brother and I were playing with a train set that took up the entirety of my grandmother’s dining room. One of the rail cars on her train set had a search light on it too, another car had a missile that you could shoot up and into the tree; which was exactly what my brother and I were doing; trying to knock ornaments down. Sort of looks like me. Even has a beer. Even today I swear that every Christmas package...
Can the City Mouse adjust to life in the country? The day to day adventures of a "city boy" in rural PA trying to adjust to things like chopping wood, growing his own food and dealing with the horrors of the complete lack of a decent Chinese restaurant.