MJS Creative Landing

My mother was driving my sister and me out to her parents house. My grandparents lived 7 and a half miles from our house, but in another city. I would learn to time this drive because it would be a consistent part of my life, like periods would become and losing baby teeth, or bi-weekly pay checks.  As we went over the Highway 84 bridge the sign showed the population of our city. It was 110,000. Today forty-five years later or so, it is 138,000. We would drive under the 1-35 corridor bridge and twaddle toward my grandparents house at 25 miles per hour. One day momma stopped at the "filling station" to get gas at the half way point. I told her that I had to go to the bathroom. She said I could and my sister went with me. We were maybe about 6 and 7 years old. My sister is the youngest. I don't know why my brothers were not with us (they were 8 and 10). It was most often all four children with momma everywhere and all the time. We enter this blue metal door on the side of t...

For God Sake let me break away from this place. We got these wack neighbors across the street. I could spit and hit one of them dead in the head. These folk's are in the yard chatting it up with street walkers. The stupid-head oldest kid is banging on the freaking drums into the evening and night. It's always something with these fools. I just peeked out the door to verify what was going on before I called the police. Low and behold, about 10 to 12 teenage boys come pouring out the door and onto the streets. It was sad. Now only old people and families live on this road. I can't in good conscious call the "people" across the street a "family." The wife has a so-called heart condition and is always leaving the husband and coming back, fighting and fussing, moving out, and coming back. The Husband is a mildly retarded looking man. You know, how down syndrome babies look... like Trig, Palin's kid. Supposedly, he sells meth to the locals (As shouted out ...