TheMuscleGuru
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- Jun 8, 2013
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As soon as he had pulled off the Interstate he had checked his map; he had laughed. When he was a kid it had been almost one hundred miles from the turnpike---a toll road---to the obscure little town with the funny name; it was tucked away in a small valley in an unremarkable sub-branch of the eastern mountain range which had once baffled the early settlers. The Interstate had finally gone through; one of the last sections completed in the country. It was still over fifty miles from four lane limited access highway; it would be exclusively two lane except for the occasional mountain passing lane along the steeper parts of the route.
It was late spring. This far North and this far up it was still cool; frost in June was an all too common occurrence as he recalled. Nothing really looked remotely familiar; it had been twenty years almost to the day. He considered the myriad reasons he had never returned to the tiny village in which he had attended both junior and senior high school. Life had gotten in the way. First there was college in another corner of the country followed by an unexpected stint in the Army and two overseas deployments to a combat zone. Then there was the corporate adventure which still occupied much of his life.
His parents left the area soon after he graduated; both had since passed on. His few close friends from high school had moved on as part of the largest exodus of a graduating class in the town's history. After many years of business closings, industry was slowly coming to the area. A surprising number of people were drifting back. Quality of life was very good; people tended to die well into their eighties and beyond from natural causes. Crime was almost nonexistent. There was a sense of community; people were neighborly. Charity began at home. Values...work ethic...honesty...friendship. The only real downside was freezing cold, snowy and absurdly long winters.
As he reached the town border, the memories flooded back. He passed his old high school with the football field at which he had spent every Friday night during the autumn. Good times, he thought.
He was staying at one of the new hotels that had sprung up while he had been away. He pulled into the car park and took one of the last spaces available. Taking his bag from the trunk, he walked into reception. He smiled at the pretty girl behind the counter,
"Hi, Adrian Stanley, checking in".
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As soon as he had pulled off the Interstate he had checked his map; he had laughed. When he was a kid it had been almost one hundred miles from the turnpike---a toll road---to the obscure little town with the funny name; it was tucked away in a small valley in an unremarkable sub-branch of the eastern mountain range which had once baffled the early settlers. The Interstate had finally gone through; one of the last sections completed in the country. It was still over fifty miles from four lane limited access highway; it would be exclusively two lane except for the occasional mountain passing lane along the steeper parts of the route.
It was late spring. This far North and this far up it was still cool; frost in June was an all too common occurrence as he recalled. Nothing really looked remotely familiar; it had been twenty years almost to the day. He considered the myriad reasons he had never returned to the tiny village in which he had attended both junior and senior high school. Life had gotten in the way. First there was college in another corner of the country followed by an unexpected stint in the Army and two overseas deployments to a combat zone. Then there was the corporate adventure which still occupied much of his life.
His parents left the area soon after he graduated; both had since passed on. His few close friends from high school had moved on as part of the largest exodus of a graduating class in the town's history. After many years of business closings, industry was slowly coming to the area. A surprising number of people were drifting back. Quality of life was very good; people tended to die well into their eighties and beyond from natural causes. Crime was almost nonexistent. There was a sense of community; people were neighborly. Charity began at home. Values...work ethic...honesty...friendship. The only real downside was freezing cold, snowy and absurdly long winters.
As he reached the town border, the memories flooded back. He passed his old high school with the football field at which he had spent every Friday night during the autumn. Good times, he thought.
He was staying at one of the new hotels that had sprung up while he had been away. He pulled into the car park and took one of the last spaces available. Taking his bag from the trunk, he walked into reception. He smiled at the pretty girl behind the counter,
"Hi, Adrian Stanley, checking in".
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