Our Town: In Floyd
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Our Town: In Floyd We Trust
I am spending more time where I live these days, including the 'rural/progressive' geography for which this blog is named: Floyd County and Floyd, the town. Unique place, I am recalling with delight. If you can't find it here, you probably don't need it. If you can't afford what you find, well, just barter. Even for healthcare. Nobody could call the Barter Clinic a typical doctor's office. Nor could anybody call Dr. Susan Osborne, D.O., a typical doctor. A member of Floyd County High School's class of '79, she returned home a few years ago to open a clinic with a different attitude toward health care. Sue sees usually eight patients a day. She told me once she sort of hoped one day to make a five-figure income, so she could eventually pay back her school loans. Do the math. Or, if your chickens flew the coop, pay with the "money" that is printed in Floyd, by Floydians, to stay in Floyd County. The blue bills are called Floyd Hours. Hours are real money, backed not by the federal government but by dozens of Floyd folks who have agreed to take them as payment for math tutoring, piano lessons, gardening, bonsai trees, driveway repair, custom belt buckles, pizza, hammocks, marriage counseling and almost anything else that can be done, raised, made, sung or played in Floyd County. Gotta love it. There's no place like home. |