Thought I saw you today. And not in that- "hey, that guy looked a little like Brad."-kinda way, but in the -"Holy Shit!! What are you doing here?!!"-way. My stomach was in my throat, and the shock blew me away. Then it wasn't you. And I think I know what crashing after a long day of cocaine feels like.
I like that small towns, or home towns, or towns that have visible signs of death on its walls and streets (but the trees grow taller and taller) have emotional qualities attached to them that many people can relate to. Maybe it's distinctly American. Maybe it's just home, but I feel ya. It's about as bittersweet as you can get. There's one bar in Johnson called the Long Trail Tavern. We locals and townies call it the "LT". Some college kids have tried to pick that up, but it sounds like summer camp when they say it. When deer season has passed and the camp is packed up to prepare for ice-fishing shantees, limping old men flock to the LT and talk about the World Series. That can be fun. But then there are the kids. The strong, big-eyed kids my age and older who still have "plans". Some of them get out, and most definitely do not. I go in there, and I'm considered a city girl. Which is what I am, I guess. But sometimes that's as far from being me as being a townie is. Trying to find where I fit has been the challenge. I'm glad it's hard to discover. You are missed. Good luck and best wishes in your many travels.
My stomach was in my throat, and the shock blew me away.
Then it wasn't you.
And I think I know what crashing after a long day of cocaine feels like.
I like that small towns, or home towns, or towns that have visible signs of death on its walls and streets (but the trees grow taller and taller) have emotional qualities attached to them that many people can relate to. Maybe it's distinctly American. Maybe it's just home, but I feel ya.
It's about as bittersweet as you can get.
There's one bar in Johnson called the Long Trail Tavern. We locals and townies call it the "LT". Some college kids have tried to pick that up, but it sounds like summer camp when they say it.
When deer season has passed and the camp is packed up to prepare for ice-fishing shantees, limping old men flock to the LT and talk about the World Series.
That can be fun. But then there are the kids. The strong, big-eyed kids my age and older who still have "plans". Some of them get out, and most definitely do not.
I go in there, and I'm considered a city girl.
Which is what I am, I guess. But sometimes that's as far from being me as being a townie is.
Trying to find where I fit has been the challenge. I'm glad it's hard to discover.
You are missed.
Good luck and best wishes in your many travels.
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