At the moment, I'm spending the summer with my mom in West Virginia before moving to Maryland for the next 2-3 years. Our town has, according to the last census, just under 700 people. We're the county seat, which is why we have a high school, and we've also got the only geothermal hot springs on the East Coast, meaning that we do a lot of business in tourism.

I just called the PD/FD non-emergency number to double-check if we were allowed to do a burn on the Fourth of July (some holidays they won't allow it, b/c the local FD is 100% volunteer, and dragging them away from their families if an intentional blaze gets out of hand on, say, Thanksgiving is just cruel). So, I call in, and the response I get on the other end of the line?

"County 911, what's your emergency?"

See, our non-emergency and 911 feeds? All go to the same person. The guy on shift today had a lovely voice, I have to admit, and he was really nice about explaining the burn policies.

Yeah, sometimes I kind of love this town...