We spent a night in Mt Airy, NC aka Mayberry while traveling. Like most places--time has not stood still.
Floyd retired a LONG time ago.
Juanita gave up on Barney and moved to Greener Pastures.
Wally gave up the ghost when a Convenience Store popped up on every corner.
All that seemed to remain of that gone-by era was Andy's car.
And a sweet statue of a story remembered.
I sometimes still watch the reruns of the classic. Grabbing on to the memories of a simpler and what seemed easier time in life. The truth is, I was raised in a Mayberry---many of us were. Small town--rural living---where everyone knew everyone---the doctor made housecalls---the grocery and pharmacy made deliveries---and the church was filled every Sunday. I am proud of my rural roots and remember with great fondness my childhood home and friends. I easily slip back to the twang in my voice which came naturally when surrounded by twangs during those formative years. It was a good time---one of the best of times---and it is gone--except in my heart---it forever lives there.
AND OH YES---
GOMER SAYS, "HEY!"
Then they all went home.