Thats Gabber on the truck bed representing the American Leadership Volley Ball team.
I was 17 the day I loaded up into Loris van and left home . Mom handed me a family picture threw the open car window just before we pulled out. I was all to happy to start a new life somewhere else. Im not sure how far up the scale Rexburg Idaho is on the great escapes list but it was just the ticket for me in 1982. Quite possibly I was telling myself something that I have taken many years to figure out.
Montgomery Gentry put it pretty well.
Where I was born, where I was raised.Where I keep all my yesterdays.Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,An' it came to blows with my old man.Where I came back to settle down,It's where they'll put me in the ground: This is my town
Im a small town girl. I like the quiet, I like to see the stars in a smogless sky, I like the smell of hay. I want more space than I want malls.
Now for some Spanish Fark is country folk for those in Genola its a big city . Today I went to sit out in the neighboring streets to watch the "Fiesta Days" parade . The great thing about a hometown parade is its a snapshot of what the place is all about. I took afew pictures and I have to say I chuckled more than once. Mostly my heart swelled with pride, I liked what I saw and what the city was saying about who we are.
I think some of my family who live in places like Burley ,Kanab, and Farr West know what Im talkin about. You can chase alot of beautiful adventures and see wonderful and unforgetable places, but there is nothing as comforting and healing as home.