You know you’re not in the city anymore when your phone conversations go a little something like this:
[Ring, ring, ring]
Bobby (whispering): Hello?
Lincee (whispering back): Hey. Why are we whispering?
Bobby: I’m hunting.
Lincee: Well come over after you’re done. Daddy’s building a fire.
Bobby: Let me climb out of this tree and call you back.