(Mar 10, 2015 08:14 PM)Magical Realist Wrote: Stop and Go
By M.R.
"Raised in a highway town
Off of 181.
Green signs
Dairy Queen
Lit up Stop and Go.
No townsquare or city park
Just a 4 laner and gas stations
With new housing editions behind them
Red/Green traffic light flashing at main exit.
Just a streamlined place to stop and go
On the way to somewhere else."
Probably the result of fuzzy memories, but one town seemed so changed that I needed the sign to verify it, after passing down its way again on a trip (and I'm fairly sure it was never hit by a tornado after we moved away). Almost the opposite for another, with several abandoned buildings making it look like it was on the road to ghost-town status. Never actually lived in the former, only went to the elementary school there. A one-year stint at each place, back when our parents were in their early nomadic phase.
(Mar 10, 2015 08:14 PM)Magical Realist Wrote: Stop and Go
By M.R.
"Raised in a highway town
Off of 181.
Green signs
Dairy Queen
Lit up Stop and Go.
No townsquare or city park
Just a 4 laner and gas stations
With new housing editions behind them
Red/Green traffic light flashing at main exit.
Just a streamlined place to stop and go
On the way to somewhere else."
Probably the result of fuzzy memories, but one town seemed so changed that I needed the sign to verify it, after passing down its way again on a trip (and I'm fairly sure it was never hit by a tornado after we moved away). Almost the opposite for another, with several abandoned buildings making it look like it was on the road to ghost-town status. Never actually lived in the former, only went to the elementary school there. A one-year stint at each place, back when our parents were in their early nomadic phase.
My hometown as since turned into Anytown U.S.A.--a sprawling bedroom community 7 miles north of Corpus Christi strewn with shopping centers, Super Marts, fast food franchises, and hotels. Not to mention numerous protestant churches, symptomatic of the compensative need of dysfunctional families for meaning while trying to live out all the vapid surburban cliches and stereotypes. A cultural wasteland concealing alcoholism, drug abuse, mental illness, and typical WASP overwork stress vented in the form of spousal abuse, teen angst, overmanicured lawns, and xenophobic tensions.