This August will mark the 15th anniversary of living in Matlock. Matlock is one of those interesting little unincorporated timber communities that is 20 miles from anywhere. It consists of one general store, a post office, two churches, a K-12 school, a fire station, and a Grange hall. Oh yeah, and a recently built mini-storage facility. That's it. It's claim to fame is an over-romanticized outlaw by the name of John Turnow and an annual Old Timers Festival that has recently been renamed Matlock Days. Not sure why it was renamed, but there you have it.
When my children were in the school system there always seemed to be an over-abundance of juicy gossip that found its way to my house. These days though, it's pretty quiet. Just like the dwindling forests the gossip stream has been reduced to almost nothing. I like less gossip, but I'd like more trees.
Matlockians take a lot guff from non-Matlockians for living there. For example, here are the burning questions non-Matlockians have asked me over the years: 1) Did you marry your cousin and that's why you moved there; 2) Do they still find dead bodies in Matlock; and 3) Why would anyone not from there live there? Because I commute to Olympia each day for work, my standard response to these questions is usually some form of "I'm not from there, I just sleep there." Hence the name of this blog.
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