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My Hometown


I think about my hometown.  It's a small, quiet town so it seems like everyone knows everyone else.  As a teenager on the school bus, if my friends and I got too rowdy, the bus driver would simply say, "Don't make me tell your parents!"  And she very well could.  I went to the local convenience store and the people knew my name...or at least knew how to connect the dots..."Oh, that's -------'s son."  It was away from the busy life of the city.  I enjoyed going to baseball games and family BBQs.  Sometimes we get so caught up in where we are or where we're trying to get that we lose track of where we came from.  I'll be the first to admit my hometown is and always will be a part of me.

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