Little Pink Houses  

WeaponsFighter 47M
365 posts
8/25/2006 11:53 am

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8/27/2006 5:47 pm

Little Pink Houses

I got to Grandview, Indiana last night about 8 p.m. Talk about culture shock. This is rural America at its finest. The closest McDonalds is about 20 minutes away. And when we got there, the locals looked at me as if I came from another planet. It must be the shoes.

My brother's place is an old farm house built in 1928. The street signs are all rural county road numbers. He, his wife, and 2 kids (still living at home) seem quite content with their way of life. Sometimes, it makes me want to share their lack of complication.

My "brother" hadn't changed a bit in 15 years. My godson and goddaughter, though, are quite the different story. Kim, whom I last remembered came up to my waist, is now fully grown with a kid, and another on its way. Chris, who came to my hip, is almost as tall as I am.

Time has a funny way of putting life in perspective. Just when you think everything makes sense, something happens to make you re-examine it all over again.

This was worth the trip. I am quite grateful to be alive to see this, and to be able to use some of this time to reflect on my own existence.

moonlightphoenix 45F
6508 posts
8/25/2006 12:37 pm

No experience is wasted, merely unrecognized.

I'm glad you were open enough to accept the experience for what it was and enjoy it.

_Safira 53F
11260 posts
8/25/2006 1:06 pm

KHAN ~ I'm sure it was the shoes! When I went "home" one year I wore a custom-made teeshirt that said, "When I grow up I'm gonna smoke and drink and be the biggest little whore this town has ever seen." Can I get a "YeeHaw!!!!" ???

I'm positive that your brother and family are thankful for your safe arrival ... and grateful for your presence. Pax. {=}

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