As a suburban guy who grew up in a two-stoplight cow town, let me rebut Derb and Jonah. About this time of year, the “Friday night scene” is at the high school football game. If you can’t go, you can listen on the local radio station’s live broadcast. In a small town, the “scene” is probably at the hotel bar — or in our neck of the woods, at a bowling alley bar. But that’s a tiny part of the populace. There’s just as many “scenes” at local churches, school plays, and county fairs. The compensation for that lack of “scene” is neighborliness, safety, time for family dinner, and a lack of traffic jams (unless somebody spilled their hay).