The Benefit Of A Lack Of Personal Space
Why social tolerance is inversely proportional to available personal space
A Country Boy’s Fears
He grew up in a place where cars passed by maybe three or four times an hour on a busy day. The closest city was fifteen miles away, and to him, any city with 12,000 residents was almost a metropolis. His family had an acre of land, a large vegetable garden and a deep well for water. Best of all was the quiet — he could hear the doves cooing and the crickets chirping in the late afternoon, and the only unnatural sounds were an occasional car or even a biplane crop-dusting the cotton fields down the road. This was his life till he left to join the Navy to see the world.
There’s an old song by Hank Williams Jr., A Country Boy Can Survive:
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle, and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can surviveI can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk ’til dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too
Ain’t too many things these old boys can’t do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
