I went to a high school that, during my freshman year, had 800 students.
Total.
9th-12th grade.
Our school district was over an hour drive from one end to the other north to south; over 15 miles east to west. Some of my friends had school bus rides that were almost two hours long. Needless to say, it was rural. We had three stoplights in that entire area.
Since then it's gone through some horrific development and looks nothing like the place where I grew up, but that depresses me so we won't talk about that any more.
So 800 kids in Valley back then.
Somehow, six of those Valley kids have ended up in the Asheville area.
Six.
Unplanned.
I have seen six people from my one-stoplight hometown, seven hours away, since I moved here. One I met the first day of kindergarten, and here he is, in West Asheville, owning Harvest Records. What? We all must have exceptionally good taste in places to move.
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Tonight I met up with my friends Katherine and Andy over at Nate's house (yup, all Valley grads) for an evening of great conversation, sushi, homebrewed beer and a documentary on the US military-industrial complex to cap it all off. Like ya do.
"Why We Fight" was depressing in all its cold facts with no solution, but a good watch nonetheless. Eisenhower: I never gave you enough credit. You knew your shit. Sorry for the dis.
And then I come home to find a new "The Pinky Show" episode waiting for me on Nuclear Bombs, which was also very good and highly recommended. If you've never seen any episodes of "The Pinky Show" I'd say it's worth your time. She does a great job of educating without pretense or preachiness. It's clear she learns the material along with the viewer, and her passion for the subject is infectious.
So now I'm fairly convinced the world is going to hell in a military-industrial handbasket of nuclear death. Or something fluffy and happy like that.
This morning I made something like 10 dozen pancakes. How's that for happy and fluffy?
Actually it was a fairly sweaty endeavor and quite an arm workout. My forearms hurt.
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