I grew up in a tiny town in SE Alaska, literally next to the airstrip. My Grandparents ran the local aviation gas business.
When your family knows who's plane is landing by the sound of their engine.
When the pilots call down to your parents (via the scanners Everyone in town has but Nobody admits to owning) to let them know you're up in the roof again.
When you're a teenager whose parents leave town for the weekend, and EVERYONE calls every two hours to check in on you, you come down with the 'flu, so the local nurse (who's married to the sheriff, of course) takes you home with her to get you better until your parents return. Chaos ensues, because the aforementioned citizenry is no longer able to reach you via phone, so they call the sheriff, who lets them know you're sick & at his house til your parents get back.

Seriously, I couldn't make this stuff up.