commuterchroniclesdbh

Driving and Biking in the Big City

Small town breeds chameleon

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Reunion is a strange time for anyone. Mine was a time of fun but also reflection on the road not taken. That road would have been life in my hometown — a place of fishing, shrimping, crabbing, boating and water skiing.

Living a city life, you forget the well rounded skills of a more independent existence. When I want fish these days, I go to a restaurant. I seldom go for shrimp because it’s never as fresh and sweet as the just-off-the-boat shrimp from my childhood. I haven’t cleaned a fish or headed a shrimp since I left Port Neches. I don’t even remember the last time I used my patience and finesse to land a crab with a piece of line and a hunk of raw chicken. I can’t even imagine having the time to sit for hours on the canal bank, waiting for my cork to bob.

If you need an electrician or a plumber in my hometown, you do it yourself or call a relative. You don’t rely on a second- or third-hand recommendation from a friend of a friend or turn to the Internet and read the “reviews” for a business.

And so I took the Nome and Neches Highway back to reality, passing the Luck in a Bucket and Crawdad’s gas station. The Eagles were playing on the intercom as I filled up my tank for the trip and bought a diet Big Red for the road.

I’ve come full circle after first believing I had nothing left for my hometown or any of the folks who inhabited it with me during my girlhood. Only after many trips up and down, back and forth on this road home and back and the confusion of which is home and which is back. And only after acquiring impatience as a characteristic and bad fish at expensive restaurants as a replacement way of life.

I am, in fact, a city girl with small town roots, a chameleon who is happy to be green but just as likely to blend into the brown bayou. In both cases, I’ve got plenty of mosquito spray in my backpack-purse and an Ozarka for the road.
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Written by commuterchroniclesdbh

July 29, 2012 at 10:05 am

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  1. Who says you can’t go home?! Just don’t wait so long to pay us a visit!!! BIG HUGS,!

    Jan Collins

    July 29, 2012 at 10:10 am

  2. Nice blog, Denise!!

    Kathy

    July 29, 2012 at 11:39 am


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