After dropping my dad off at his house, today, I drove through my town. I wanted a bottle of water, so I stopped at the local convenience store. As I was pulling into the store, there were a couple of boys (no more than 18-20), and they just kept staring at me. To be honest, they looked like they could be the sons of a couple of guys I went to school with; after all, they were spitting images of them. But, I was a little creeped out that they were staring at me. They even stopped their truck next to my car to do it. I tried not to look, too. They were smiling and not saying anything, so at least they weren’t among the many who feel the need to point out that I am heavy. I think I know that little fact. Anyway, I don’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out. They were probably staring at the boobs. They’re guys. I’m used to it.
So, when I came out of the store, I took some pictures of my town (just felt like it). This is the neighborhood where I used to live. I live in a really shady part of the town, now. I’m not talkin’ nice, shady trees, either.
That yellow house? Right next to it is the one where I spent the ages of 2-18. I used to walk those railroad tracks, play in the storm drain that went under the road to the other side of the tracks, and used to ride my bike all over the place (still have cinder in my knee to prove it). The guy that lived in the yellow house helped to rebuild my bike, put up a tire swing for me and my neighbor friend to play on, and he had a duck and turtles, along with a very nice dog. I used to call him Uncle Jim. He was a really nice man given to the addiction of alcohol. Nice guy, though.
Those are the train tracks on which I used to walk to school (4th-6th grades). That field is not only our Pop Warner field, it is also a baseball field where I kept score for our JV baseball team. I remember once when I was little, my mom and I went out for a walk. There was a game going on for one of the tavern leagues. The guys were drunk and beating each other with bats. That was a lovely sight.
That’s the school I walked to when I traveled the tracks. I loved walking the track like a balance beam. We used to see if we could throw rocks over the trains as they passed by. I opted not to see if I could jump up on a train to catch a ride. I had my limits. My friends did it, but not me.
This is a new section that was just built. I’m glad they built it where they did. I used to be bullied a lot and that was a hill, that at recess, I’d get pushed down quite a lot by the boys. Boys always wanted to bully me. I never understood it. (I’d go into the beatings, but why bother.)
This is an older section where the 6th graders were. I was always in the older section of the school on the other side. I always thought the kids in the newer section were the “cool kids”; however, it turns out, if you were in the smarter classes, you were in the older part of the school. Heh.
That is our town’s Catholic church. The church next to it with the white-ish roof is my church. My pastor and his entire family started out at the Catholic church….ended up at ours in the ’70s.
So, that is part of my town. (This might be a cool, informal meme if anyone felt so inclined.)