I used to live in Gray Maine. It was a nice enough town, a bedroom community of Portland and not much to speak of for itself, other than being a “Crossroads” that all cars must pass through to get to the mountains or lakes region. Because of the pass-through traffic, lots of gas stations and convenience stores and fast food places popped up. The landscape included neon and the soundscape included horns. It was that traffic that was one of the banes of the town, though I hearit has been dampened by the construction of a bypass. My Saturday errands used to include wading through this, ridiculous amounts of cars and trucks to negotiate around.
Gray at night, just some of the lovely neon:
But now I live in Comer Georgia. This is a northeastern Georgia county, heavily agricultural. If you have eaten chicken at a fast food restaurant somewhere, likely it was raised in Madison County. My Saturday errands look like this now:
And I am very happy.