Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Southern Trouble: Love Part 1
There's not a whole lot going for me day to day right now. I am just going to work and going home. I am saving up money and energy for what I expect to be quite an extravaganza in a coupla weeks. It is no fun not to write something here everyday, though. So, I thought I would look back on some things in my life that have shaped me up till now.
I went to high school in eastern Tennessee. Daniel Boone High School was a true country high school. Complete with agriculture, welding, and auto mechanics classes that were full way before trig or advanced literature. Our biggest rival was the cross-county high school, Davey Crockett. I couldn't make this up. Each year our schools would meet in a clash on the football field. The huge event was named The Musket Bowl. By my senior year, there was actually a musket that was displayed by the winner of the Musket Bowl. There in our cafeteria hung a muzzle loader gun to represent our dominance. Sweet.
I fell in love for the first time at the end of my senior year at DBHS. Her name was Heather, and she was dating my arch nemesis, Justin Alvis. Alvis was not the smartest guy on the block though, and he made the mistake of getting in a fight with her. Around that time Heather and her friend, Melissa, came over to smoke a joint one night. A week later Heather and I were known as a couple. That summer was the greatest summer of my life. Heather and I went skinny dipping, took long hikes, snuck wine out of her parents' basement, fell asleep together in the afternoon, and gave each other the kind of kisses goodnight that you only read about.
Then came college. I guess, I didn't see what I had as unique or special. I strayed. I called less. I thought every relationship would fit that well, be that easy. About the time I realized my folley, I heard the news from home. It was too late. Heather had begun to date Rusty Collins, and now she was pregnant. Marriage was soon to follow.
I still think about Heather. I imagine her taking her son to school now. I imagine what it would have been like. I will always love the Heather I knew, but she's gone now. Now she's a mother and a wife. God bless you Heather Dean.
I went to high school in eastern Tennessee. Daniel Boone High School was a true country high school. Complete with agriculture, welding, and auto mechanics classes that were full way before trig or advanced literature. Our biggest rival was the cross-county high school, Davey Crockett. I couldn't make this up. Each year our schools would meet in a clash on the football field. The huge event was named The Musket Bowl. By my senior year, there was actually a musket that was displayed by the winner of the Musket Bowl. There in our cafeteria hung a muzzle loader gun to represent our dominance. Sweet.
I fell in love for the first time at the end of my senior year at DBHS. Her name was Heather, and she was dating my arch nemesis, Justin Alvis. Alvis was not the smartest guy on the block though, and he made the mistake of getting in a fight with her. Around that time Heather and her friend, Melissa, came over to smoke a joint one night. A week later Heather and I were known as a couple. That summer was the greatest summer of my life. Heather and I went skinny dipping, took long hikes, snuck wine out of her parents' basement, fell asleep together in the afternoon, and gave each other the kind of kisses goodnight that you only read about.
Then came college. I guess, I didn't see what I had as unique or special. I strayed. I called less. I thought every relationship would fit that well, be that easy. About the time I realized my folley, I heard the news from home. It was too late. Heather had begun to date Rusty Collins, and now she was pregnant. Marriage was soon to follow.
I still think about Heather. I imagine her taking her son to school now. I imagine what it would have been like. I will always love the Heather I knew, but she's gone now. Now she's a mother and a wife. God bless you Heather Dean.
// posted by Justin @ 6:25 AM 
