Monday, June 2, 2008
Things that haven't changed:
* The reek of Jack Daniels in Dad's pickup truck
* The flat, boring 12-minute drive between my house and my old high school
* The sound of the water as the wind blows it up against the banks at Smith Creek
* The long straight rows that line the fields as the corn pops up from the ground
*The bright yellows, purples, and blues of the wildflowers growing in the ditches of the gravel roads
*The smell of hot dogs, popcorn, dirt, and sweat at small town summer softball games
*The dirty sunweathered faces of the farmers that winkle when they smile at you
*The taste of an ice cold Busch Light enjoyed on the porch while watching the sunset after a long hot day
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