“Say Tom, how the folks doing now they’ve retired and moved south?” The bait-shop keeper said.
“They seem to like their new digs well enough.”
“Next time you talk to them, tell them to drop us a line.”
“Sure thing––will do, and here’s your worms.”
Depositing his load of worms at the bait shop he drives back to the farm.
He gets a pitch-fork and heads to the worm beds to turn the soil.
Squatting down, he leans in close and whispers, “The Town-folks want to know about your retirement and ask ya’ drop them a line.”