If I didn;t have a calendar, I could tell when it is a Holiday around here.
I go out in public and I see normal people. Usually I see only the miscrents that settled out here, unable to escape and move on to someplace else. Now I go to the store and I see people dressed nice, looking for things like Pine Nuts. They are the escapees, come back to visit family or in-laws here. They flash platinum visa cards at the checkout. Their children are named Keegan and Lucas. Perhaps it is good they are here en mass, so they have some company, someone to watch their backs.
I wonder what they think sometimes, diving into town past the trestle that once read "Tina sux dix" in big red letters, for way too long.
I wonder what they think in traffic, behind the Helms Septic Cleaning tanker, featuring a airbrushed Yosemite Sam warning : "Back off, this ain't milk".
I wonder what they think when they drive past the theater that has a phone number on it to call for the movie listings, because the owners are too lazy to change the marquee.
I wonder what they think when they go to the maul, 50% empty and 50% occupied by food and potpourri vendors.
I wonder will they be back for Xmess.