“One Liners to Ponder”

Just a few miles from the farm where I grew up lies a small village. I doubt if more than a few dozen people have ever lived there at the same time. It’s one of those tiny, “one-blink-and-you-might-miss-it” kind of towns—IF it wasn’t for the four-way stop sign that demands travelers take note, if only for a few seconds. Set just a few yards back from the busy intersection is a...