b-town

It doesn't matter how big Brandon gets, it's still a small town in so many ways...sometimes I get so tired of being here, with the development & growth, and Brandon being so different than it was when we were growing up.  Other days, I relish the fact that I still live in my hometown...I pass streets I used to bicycle down, houses we used to go to parties at, schools we went to, streets I learned to drive on...places and times so ingrained in my memory that I get to celebrate, almost daily, what a wonderful place Brandon was to grow up in.

Went to Publix today...a Publix that wasn't existent when I was growing up.  When I was growing up, the entire property was an orange grove.  Kingsway & Windhorst.  While there, I saw a friend's teenage son stocking shelves...had a nice chat.  Turned the corner around by the deli and saw the dad of a friend we grew up with, literally grew up with, she lived down the street & we got into all kinds of silliness with her.  I said, "Grandpa Jett!" (I saw this past week on facebook that he and Mrs. Jett are expecting their second grandchild), to which he responded, "I'm about to be a grandpa AGAIN!".  I said, "I know!  I saw on facebook".  He pulled out a kickass phone, said he doesn't do much with it, really just wants to use the phone part.  He said he doesn't really get on facebook.  I told him, "I know.  I sent you a friend request like forever ago and you haven't accepted it".  He shrugged.  I love my parents' generation.

Got the fixins' for tomorrow's bbq ribs and corn risotto dinner, and headed out.  On Windhorst, blasting my radio, singing along, and, yes, dancing along, I put my blinker on to turn left on Kingsway.  There's still no arrow at that light (remember when it was a stop sign?), and as I was waiting, the car coming through the intersection threw the sign of the horns at me.  She saw me, hell yeah.

Got into our neighborhood, my neighbors got to listen to GNR, whether they wanted to or not.

Hells yeah, I still love B-town.  This is my town.