My parents and I are staying the night in Jackson, Tennessee, which has this cool feeling like the entire town is rising up out of a grassy field. All the streets dead end into a field of yellow grass that comes up to my knees. Literally, the street looks like it was meant to connect to another road, like part of this huge new development, but not much has been built.
We went to a minor league baseball game, which felt part of the grassy culture too. Afterward we stopped by a Sonic to pick up some ice cream desserts and listen to oldies on the Sonic radio. Overall the town felt like a scene from American Graffiti.
Earlier today we ate at a restaurant in La Grange, Kentucky, which sat on the main street. It's an old main street lined by stores with tin ceilings and hand-painted signs. But what makes this main street so unusual is that every 20-30 minutes a train pummels right down the middle of it! And it's not a big street!
So we're over halfway home to Longview, where my parents live and where I'll be living while I look for work. We should get in tomorrow and unload all my stuff.
(ps- for those who might be wondering, we rented a truck instead of a trailer, and everything seems to be working fine; we got out yesterday)
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I like your description of those places. They seem interesting. I think the phrase "grassy culture" is what did it for me. It's the kind of thing where I think I know what you mean, but also wonder what do you mean at the same time. Or something like that.
ReplyDeleteAngela mentioned that you keep talking about all the places you've been eating at in your blog. Haha, she's right! And I have enjoyed reading what you have so far. =)
ReplyDeleteLeaving Pittsburgh is hard. Hope you enjoy going back to Texas.
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