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Pastimes : FLAME THREAD - Post all obnoxious/derogatory comments here

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To: Druss who wrote (6365)12/7/1998 11:43:00 PM
From: Blue On Black   of 12754
 
Druss,
There is some type sense in this but I have yet to figure it out...
You (a yankee) goes to Texas for a while and I (one of the lucky ones from Texas) got sentenced to North Dakota for about three years as a youth. While I am sure that someone that was born and raised in North Dakota views it as 'Gods Country', I found it otherwise. I thought that I had been banished for some reason unknown to me. For those that have never lived there, North Dakota is a part of the US that we got because Canada didn't want it. There was never a day of my banishment that the wind did not blow hard at some point during the day. During the long winters, brass monkeys would gather missing pieces and stare forlornly in the window until you let them into the house...and they would not leave when it turned really cold. They set around and played my records, bummed cokes, and made snide comments about my mothers cooking until the temperature would rise to above -30. But for the most pat that was OK - in a town of 300 souls, you took any entertainment offered. Even revivals.
There was a small population of what I termed 'holy rollers' in the town. I had been raised a Baptist (Southern, of course) and had never dreamed of the activities that could happen if 'the spirit moved them'. Being desperate for entertainment, I would, on occasion, attend a whole week of these things. I learned that I could help things along if things were slow. A few exclamations of the appropriate sort for 'seed' would usually get a reply from somewhere in the room. I would try to keep things going, much like the mockingbird of the south which I sorely missed, by chiming in if things got slow. Usually things would get interesting pretty quick. Sadly, this was about all there was to do at night until spring arrived when a person could spend time bogging around in the mud.
I was eventually paroled back to Texas about the time I entered 6th grade. I tried my best to prevent any further banishment.
lee
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