Old timer

Today we were transferring all of the wire over to a new pole and if you work around a small town people will stop and talk to you.   Today it happened not once but twice, first a lineman/foreman that retired  stopped and talked for awhile.  After he left another guy stopped who none of us knew.  He was a lineman about 75  that worked for the contractors.  He gets out and starts with small talk and by the end of a half  hour he was our best friend.  Knew he was a  lineman because he knew the job and the tool names.  And, of course, a lot of stories were told.  Something to be said of small towns.