Dream Bigger
A dream fulfilled …
For a youngster growing up in a small town, it doesn’t get any better than having your name later appear on a billboard near the city limits. Oh, sure, it’s nice to be featured in The New York Times, and making the big leagues is a thrill. But having your hometown announce to the world (or whatever part of the world happens to drive along the highway) that you were nurtured in its bosom is a special acknowledgment. Pity the poor child from New York City who grows up to achieve greatness. Think he or she is ever going to be memorialized on a sign at the edge of that town?
… and a dream (seemingly) deferred
I don’t know if Mama’s Dessert Kitchen in downtown Stephenville is closed or merely inactive. The phone is disconnected, but when I peeked in a window I saw chairs and tables set up, complete with tablecloths. I noticed a young woman sitting on the porch of a house across the street, so I walked over to ask her about it. She bolted inside before I could speak, but a young man came out. I asked him if the place is open. “I don’t know,” he said in accented English. As I drove away, I saw that the señora had stationed herself by the front door, pretending to sweep but watching me carefully.
It’s actually kind of fun to be considered a suspicious character.
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