So far I am really enjoying it. Sure, there are things that I miss about big town living (like fresh salads with goat cheese and weird greens or Thai food) but all that foodie goodness is only an hour away.
Last week we went to a little hole-in-the-wall diner for breakfast. It's the only place in Glencoe that we hadn't tried yet. The name is Lindy's. It was buried in the back of another building, and well, nothing about it looked very good.
We were pleasantly surprised! It was much larger than I imagined and the walls were full of 1950's diner/malt shop decor. The menu had your standard breakfast fare for cheap. We were the only patrons aside from a table about twenty feet away where half a dozen old-timers sat drinking coffee and talking about... oh... farming, politics, current events, you name it.
Jack was practicing his big boy skills and struggling to keep still at the table. He's getting too big for highchairs so he bounced back and forth between Tom's side of the booth and mine. He kept eyeballing that other table. Every so often he would hear boisterous laughter and I could tell that Jack wanted to see what the ruckus was all about.
And then there is Jack's latest habit. When he hears people laughing out loud, he often copies them. A few seconds after we hardy-har-har, little Jack's voice pipes up with HA HA HA HA HA. It makes us laugh even more. So of course, when the guys at the table would break out in laughter, our little clown would do the same. I wasn't sure if they noticed, but Tom and I smiled every time it happened.
About halfway through our meal, the men at the table left. They shuffled past our booth on the way out. One of the men slowed down to say Hello. Not hello to us, but to Jack. He held up his hand for Jack to watch and produced a quarter out of thin air. Magic! Jack watched in awe and shyly took the offered coin from the smiling stranger.
And away the old man went.
Isn't that the best? Things like that don't happen in the big city; people are too busy, too crabby, too wrapped up in their own agenda to notice a laughing little boy on the other side of the restaurant.
Yep, I'm liking it out here in God's Country.
(check out that link - a fancy French director made a PBS documentary about Glencoe in the early 80's - we watched it on youtube before we moved!)