The best things never do.
I graduated high school in a smallish Nothing Ever Happens Here town. Back then the High School was a spread out single story building. We roamed first hall, second hall, and long hall in little cliques of like minded friends, but we treated everyone else with kindness, too, maybe because we were half hometown kids and half military brats who understood differences are just a part of life. Weekends were made for bonfires and beer drinking in one field or another, and for running through woods and briar patches if the deputies showed up. There were 3 small theaters in town offering a choice of 7 movie screens and a bowling alley that is still open 30 years later. We drove around town burning our .78 to the gallon gas, and usually ended up parking and hanging out in front of Hardees or Walmart listening to music and telling teenage stories. They run the kids off for that these days though. I moved back to this town a few years ago. The population has grown. Where I once sat at a