I grew up here, in my little town.
I haven’t seen you, home…for nigh on 35 years, I think.
My little League field is still there but, I remember the Centerfield wall was at least a mile deeper….and the bleachers only hold tens, not thousands of fans, like I imagined.
The building I got busted for shooting spitballs at passersby out of the 2nd floor window has been boarded up and is probably haunted, now….
I wonder if that old Coca-Cola cooler is still in there…
I couldn’t even find the elementary school; all I found was a Dollar General and a Rite Aid…
Why do I feel like I’m being raped?
It’s hot and humid today…It’s always like that in the hot months; March thru March.
The big, smelly chicken killing corporate entity wasn’t here when I was here as a lad. We always went to Cagles in Pine Mountain to catch the loose chickens and turn them into free range eggs and dumplings.
Wow, there’s Mr Teeks Liquor store; ha! He’s still got a big rebel flag hanging out front by the road and a sign on the door telling folks to pull up their pants.
Poor, Mr. Teek; he’s black and like, 1000 years old, don’t you know. I find his show of independence and liberty as a business owner offensive.
He calls me, that “Clarke boy” I say “Yessir” not nigger.
There’s cudzu everywhere and all the cars have the patina of red clay dirt roads.
I remember my home town being so much bigger…full of wonder, people and noise.
Yes, it’s different now…
It’s quiet and no one is on the streets.
Probably in the house under the AC on the computer writing a stupid blog or posting on Facebook.
Nothing to do outside, anymore, I guess. There’s trees, creeks, arrowheads and bugs and shit….
But oh, that’s not all.
I’m here again and I think it remembers me being smaller.
I wonder if my town feels old, too….