Rural decay update
In 2006, I took this photo and named it “Nature always wins.” Here’s how that truck looks now. Nature is still winning.
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Tag: Saltillo
memories the family
Bad memory
My sister once convinced me to eat a crabapple from this tree in my grandmother’s yard. She told me it would taste good and I believed everything my big sister said. It did not taste good. It was remarkably terrible, actually. That’s not the bad memory I’m referring to, though. That’s one of many stories of her pranking me throughout my youth. The crabapple, the red onion she told me was red cabbage, the hot…
memories
Making a break
I once made a bindle and ran away from home up this road. I don’t remember what awful domestic injustice led to this action, or which cartoon convinced me I needed an actual bandana-tied-to-a-stick bindle to carry my things. I think I was around 6 or 7 and the day was waning but I started the trek up the gravel road next to our old house, toward the hog barn and grain bin, completely unsure…
photography
This horse is clearly a star
If any horse agents are reading my blog, please let me know and I will get you in touch with this incredibly charming, outgoing Saltillo stud.
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On the run
I’m at my parents’ house. A couple of escaped convicts are running around the area. Mom’s been catching me up on their tale. Apparently they got out of a Louisiana prison work arrangement thingy, and made their way up the Delta. They’ve been offing people and taking their cars. My sister sent me a text this morning saying that she heard on the scanner that they were last spotted in Lexington in a yellow truck…
shopping the family
Score
The weekend I visited my parents for Father’s Day, my sister and nephews and I took a let’s-get-out-of-the-house sashay down to downtown Saltillo (I will NOT admit to accidentally leaving my brother’s giant diesel truck’s emergency brake on during the entire trip, and wondering why accelerating was such a pain in the ass), which included a trip into the Saltillo Landing Cafe/Grocery as well as a peek inside the Robertson family’s antiques store, which I…
the family
Dad’s day
I woke up early Sunday and hit the road damn near at the time I was aiming for — a feat for me — so I could make it to the parents’ around noon, as my dad had to leave for work at 1:30. We wanted to squeeze in some Father’s Day time in that small window, and we eked it out with great aplomb, I have to say. There was crying. The good kind.…
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