Small towns

City’s just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away.
I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town.
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down.

Blogging about “Mississippi” got me to listen to the song on a loop. I was raised out from a small town. While driving from home back in the summer, I listened to this episode of This American Life . The introductory blurb refers to “the claustrophia and freedom people feel in small towns.” Many people, even lifelong urbanites, understand the claustrophobia, but the freedom seems harder to grasp. The danger posed by strangers is rare. Individual space is abundant. Perhaps less obvious, the knowledge that neighbors can call on one another when needed affords a certain adventurousness, even to leave and return, if incompletely.

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay.
You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way.

Ah, Bob.

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Michael M. on November 11th 2008 in General

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