Sunday, August 28, 2011

In My Little Town

I live in a great big county, geographically speaking, in a tiny state.  I live in the biggest town in the county.  For the longest time we were a 3 stop light county and all three were in Kingwood, my little town.  Wal-Mart is still new, and I'm pretty sure we still have more churches than bars. 
It is the kind of town where this business closes every evening and it looks just like this....
...and it looks just like this the next morning!  Gotta love that.



 As I was driving around my little town this afternoon, I had to stop for 2 teen-age boys in baggy, droopy pants and sideways hats to cross the street in front of me in a practiced coolness. 
I was buying it....they were irritating as heck as they swaggered oh, so slowly in front of me.
 
But then, tough guy #1 stopped and oh so gently scooped one of these beautiful blossoms into both hands and took a little sniff...and somehow maintained his cool!  Another one of God's reminders that I am not to judge, but to love.  Gotta love that. 
Gotta love my little town.

7 comments:

Karyn said...

I LOVE this little town! I always told Craig it reminded me of John Mellencamp song. :D

Those baggy-pant boys will surprise you. I see it every day.

Donna said...

Yep. You probably know these two! Sometimes, those of us who are not FROM here appreciate it most!

Tanna at The Brick Street Bungalow said...

Great story/reminder, Donna! Have a great day. blessings ~ tanna

no spring chicken said...

I got teary Donna. Thank you!

Blessings, Debbie

K said...

Our little town, culturally religious as it is, is no longer like yours. At night, gang members roam the back roads and by-ways, and even before that, the high schoolers thought it was funny to blow up rural mailboxes. This makes my heart so sad. We live along a major interstate in a sparsely populated part of the country - it's like putting a rose into a vase of polluted water - the water will move up and stain ever cell.

I think your town is the heart of what America means.

Donna said...

I imagine there are some dark pockets about even in Preston County, but in the 30 years I have lived here, I bet there haven't been 10 murders...
We are still fighting the good fight, it seems, and I am so happy about that.

W-S Wanderings said...

A wonderful story, Donna. Our town is like that too - merchandise out all night. And no one locks their doors (house or car). Which, I confess, is something I cannot get accustomed to. The lack of door locking, I mean. My husband used to grumble mightily when I would lock him out of the house when he was just out to get wood from the shed. I didn't do it ON PURPOSE. But my city-brain would kick in upon seeing an unlocked door, and without even registering what I was doing, I'd lock it. It was a grim faced husband, arms full of wood, that I encountered when I answered *those* knocks (of the kicking variety).