Childhood gently knocks

It's kind of neat when something from your childhood visits.

I was born in Texas. I have family all over the place. In the summer, we used to go out to visit an aunt with a house on the river in New Braunfels. We'd float down the river in inner tubes.

I just took a call from a customer in New Braunfels.

All of a sudden, I can smell it again, and I wish to gods I was on the river right now, instead of cooped up in the office.

I love Colorado. It'd take a lot of hard talking to get me to move back to Texas after seeing places like this, and Alaska, and Oregon, and Tennessee, and all the other places I've been.

But sometimes I really miss it, you know? I miss the people, and the soft accents, and the unique practicality, and the fact that -- with the exception of my husband -- Texas may be one of the last places in the US where a man will take off his hat when he goes indoors, and blandly hold doors for ladies and feminists alike.

Not to mention that's it's practically illegal to not be armed down there. :)

posted by Linda on August 25, 2004 07:09 PM

This makes me think of Illinois in the deeps of summer. There were things about it I hated as a child, cornflowers and great forests of corn were things I loved. Sometimes when the air is just right around here, it will feel just like I was back in time with the June bugs bashing on the screens and WLS on somewhere.

Posted by: Brian Weaver at August 26, 2004 12:39 PM