Commentary on a small town...

This past week I randomly remembered the name I wanted to change my name to as a child. Trisha Schultz. Isn't that awesome? It made me think back to my childhood in a small conservative town. I realized in doing so how different my growing up must have been. Little details came to mind that were commonly held practices of all the people I knew. There are approximately fifty direct parallels between Whitewater and Blaine. I thought I'd take a risk and list some eccentricities for your amusement. This is a segment I have entitled..."Who didn't..."

Who didn't...

think the one foot deep dirty puddle that ran through our town was called a river?

use a key to start the gas pump?

have an alcholic fire chief?

catch crawdads after school every day?

buy all their meat from the meat locker?

have deer whistles on all their cars?

think Avon was the coolest make-up?

have a dad with a mustache?

have homemade swimming suits?

fake cabbage patch dolls?

have the "Heart" family instead of that slutty Barbie clan?

play flute solos at church for special music?

think Keds were the coolest shoes around?

have a mushroom haircut until senior year?