Saturday, June 18, 2005

Sleepy nowheresville

Yes the American Highway is an institution. I'm saying this from my vantage point at a riverside cafe, sipping pink lemonade and waiting for my Catfish and Fried Okra to arrive.

Spotting junctions on highways is something of a talent, and not one with which I am familiar. In fact spotting towns can be something of a chore - the only indication maybe being a drop in speed limit and the occasional gas station and diner.

And thats how I found myself here. I'm not sure if I'm in a town, but there is a bridge over a river that stretches so far the trees lining the far bank look like broccoli. There are a few fishing boats, and some houses. There is this cafe and the shop across the road is called "The shop across the road" on a sign above the door.

There are fishermen with straw hats sitting at the bar, a lot of iced tea being served and I suddenly feel like a City Slicker with my NCS baseball cap. I still wonder how much of this is real, and if when I leave they will all turn back to filling their accounts and manning their call centers. But of course they wont, this is thier honest and simple life.

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