On Saturday nights, many people hear Garrison Keillor of the Prairie Home Companion talk about the fictitious Lake Wobegon, Minnesota, "...the land that time forgot...". Smock is the land that time forgot and wants to keep it that way. We are 50 miles south of Pittsburgh, the land of the Steelers and right now, the Penguins, a flightless bird and a hockey team. In the weeks ahead, I will tell some secrets that should have stayed that way, but I'll do my best to assign fake names to protect the guilty.
Being from Smock, I thought a blog was a fairly large creature made of raspberry jelly that ate people and cars. But, people from Smock do not care much whether they're right or wrong. They are a town looking for an audience, a cold beer, and a good place to plant a tree stand for this fall's deer hunting season.
This week's blog is brought to you by Mike and Mary's Store. If you can't find it at Mike and Mary's, then you probably can do without it.