Small towns are, well, small. I grew up in a part of a large city that *acted* like a small town, and you could always tell who the new people were: the ones who rang the doorbells, who kept their doors locked. The ones who felt compelled to telephone before coming over. They fit in eventually, but the "outsider" manners give them away at first. :)

Poor Sam. Still halfway convinced he's not meant to be where he is. I quite liked that line too, so I'm glad someone picked up on it. :)