Hectic? It's hard to imagine. This town seems to move as if it's encased in molasses.
A photo( and occasional sketch) diary to monitor my culture shock from my move from a West Coast urban city to a beautiful and very small rural community in The Great North West. ***Click on pics for larger image. Updated every week, if we're lucky.***
Sunday, August 14, 2005
9. "It'll get hectic-"
That evening Que and I walk one block down to the main avenue to buy some cables at the Radio Shak (which doubles as a 99 cent store. Most businesses seem to have a 2nd business within.) Que strikes up a conversation with the young, toothless salesman in a bad suit. "So, you're not from around here, are ya? Welcome. Well, just you wait..." His has an omninous tone in his gentle drawl. "...it'll change here in town..." He gives us a knowing nod. "It'll 'get hectic-you know, once the students return in a month or so."
Hectic? It's hard to imagine. This town seems to move as if it's encased in molasses.
Hectic? It's hard to imagine. This town seems to move as if it's encased in molasses.
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