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Not Mayberry

Can a shy, retiring teacher from the big city find true happiness in the small town of Wilkesboro NC, which even the locals call "Moonshine Capital of the World."

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Little Mr Miggs and our friend Pain

Most of us are on more or less intimate terms with Pain. I certainly have been several times in my life, especially the time when I was eight and my brain swelled a bit larger than my skull. They say that one can not remember pain. This is not true.

But little Mr Miggs does not seem to be even on a first name basis with Pain. The last time I was at the Mellow Mushroom with him and his family he went under the fireplace in the middle of the room. It sets on a huge slab of stone about four inches thick resting on four legs. The interior makes a neat little hut for an adventuresome kid who likes small dark places.

Unfortunately as Miggs came out from under it he stood up too soon and cracked his head hard on the four inch slab. I could hear the "thunk" all the way at our table above the usual Mellow Mushroom hubbub. But no scream. No tears.

He did frown deeply. Then he solemnly walked down the length of our long table and gave his mother a hug for about five seconds, all without making a sound. Then he sat down in his chair and began to play a game on his iPad, still with a little frown on his face.

And that, for Mr Miggs, is what for any of his little friends would have been extreme pain with five alarm meltdown.