Monday, July 16, 2012


Mountains are the best medicine

This will have to be quick. It’s almost time for my first nap.

We love this place. It’s Mayberry -- on Xanax. Nice and slow and friendly. With every modern convenience you might need. Seniors welcome. Early bird special served all day long.

Rain for three days straight has broken the heat wave. Storm clouds still tease the mountains. The thunder that rumbles around is like your cranky uncle talking about his lumbago.

I’ve gotten lost on these mountain roads a couple of times. Remember, I grew up in Lubbock where the grain elevator was the only skyscraper. If you could see it, you could find your way around.

Lots of big banks and big churches. But there’s a liberal presence, too. From here to Asheville, there are several practicing Democrats. We hope to have them over for supper.

The street in front of our house is only one lane wide. Seriously. Very little traffic. Most people think it’s an alley. On a busy day, we may get five cars. One week, we heard a siren.

But the town has a symphony, two playhouses, and a library with a full parking lot. Fireworks every Friday night, street dances on Mondays. And the mountains to add a little glory to the sunrise, sunset.

Plus this: Krispy Kreme, Blue Bell ice cream, and lightning bugs.

What more do you need?

Two naps, maybe.


4 comments:

The South Plainsman said...

Sounds like paradise. If you have to be away from Texas, that may be the place.

sph said...

You just posted a perfect love letter....

Ken Martin said...

Sounds terrific George. Congratulations on a happy landing.

Tim O'Keefe said...

Wow! You did land in Paradise. Welcome home.

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