Music Monday: 17 by Cross Canadian Ragweed

Going back to your small hometown after you’ve left is a funny thing.  It is a significant theme in one of my current reads, Empire Falls by Richard Russo.  I’ve been gone for almost twenty years now, although I did three short stints during that period crashing at home.  I think I am finally past always feeling 17 in my hometown (and clenching up every single time I see the cops).  Having a baby will do that to you.  But with a roadtrip home impending, my thoughts are turning to my hometown and my old friends.

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Music Monday: Choctaw Bingo by James McMurtry

We took no-angel (our daughter’s nom de gerber) down to Texas over Christmas to see my wife’s family.  It was her first time on a plane.  The first flight was a quick hop affair, but that didn’t stop it from being the longest flight of our life as no-angel threw up on us over and over.  And over.  And over again.  Those poor people behind us, and their poor bags.  At some point you would think we would have learned our lesson about saying “at least she doesn’t have anything left in her.”

We should have give her some Benadryl.

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