Disclaimer: The owners of Red Rooster are not perfect. We sometimes shop at large corporate entities for the sake of ease and accessibility. But we try not to.
Whether we like it or not, a lot of us judge our quality of life based on how much money we have or, in the very least, the kinds of things we are able to buy. Despite the old adage that money can’t buy happiness, or love, we still want the green stuff. Plus, it’s naive to think that people stuck in poverty wouldn’t be happier if a bunch of money came out of the faucet one morning. (Nevermind the fact that sociologists have run study after study that shows that happiness tops off at about 75 grand and can’t increase no matter how many billions you accrue. The median income is $52,000 so these studies don’t help a fat lot of us.)
Still, I think our quality of life can be improved through some choices that only cosmetically involve money. It is old fashioned, (and maybe someday it will be cool enough to be called “retro”) but I like the sense of comaraderie and inclusion that comes from walking into a restaurant or place of business and being called by name, knowing the owner’s name, knowing their kids. The same feeling extends towards producers, including the beer & wine I drink, the vegetables & meat I eat, and, of course, my coffee. (The classic cinematic scene of an urbanite being welcomed at his favorite watering hole and ushered to his regular table – this is not a myth reserved for the movies.)
This means enough to me that I try to put my money where my mouth is. I’ve heard enough comments about the costs of local producers and restauranteurs to know that price is a consideration for even the most die-hard locavore. But quality ingredients, organic ingredients, & Fair Trade ingredients can often (but not always) come with high costs. (A common sentiment I’ve heard is folks who say they hope so-and-so succeeds, but their prices are too high. To me, this is like giving moral support to a child stuck in a busy intersection. But I digress.)
So what do I get out of (sometimes) spending a little more money on locally produced goods. Does it improve my life knowing that I used to play pool at Margie’s house and I watched the Dodgers beat the A’s in her basement back in ’88? What do I gain from knowing Katherine Chantal’s kids for most of my life? Or from knowing that Haden & Kathy Dulaney of Highland Beef used to live right down the road from Benjie & his family? Or that Jon & Katie Roberts of Dogtown were two of the first people I met when I moved back to Floyd? Or that Brett Nichols of Shooting Creek Farm Brewery and Five Penny Farm lives right across the road from my parents and I can stop in on him any time to get beer or vegetables? Or that Woody Crenshaw of the Country Store gave me my second job out of college? That the artists in 16Hands were practically my surrogate parents? Or that Kerry Underwood at Oddfellas still treats Rose like family though she hasn’t worked there in over a year? The answer is, clearly, that I gain a huge sense of community and that yes, indeed, very much, it improves my life to be able to spend my money on people who I know on a first name basis, who are a part of my life, and who make up this town we call home.
Spending your money locally is also one of the most powerful votes you will ever cast in your life. For more on stuffing the ballot box, check in next week.







