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My Kind of Town

2 Jun

I’ve talked a little bit before about the small town that I was raised in and where I chose to move back to start my adult life. The town of Munford has a motto that is posted right in the middle of town. As you pass the small city hall you will see “My Kind of Town.”

I’ve always thought of this as my kind of town. When I moved to Memphis during college, I enjoyed being close to school and being just down the road from the mall, downtown, or anything else that I might want to get into, but I always knew that I would be coming back home to Munford.

All of the other education majors would ask about why I would choose to teach in Tipton County if I could make more money working out in Memphis. My friend and I would tell them about the great atmosphere and southern hospitality that make it ideal for settling down and raising a family.

I love that many of my childhood friends still live here. I love that many of our parents were friends and our families have known each other forever. I love that our kids can grow up together and that I can, generally speaking, trust anybody.  I love that there are teachers in our schools who taught us and that I had teachers who taught my parents.  I love that, even though our town has grown at an amazing rate,  giving us many more things to do in town, we can still drive down roads that don’t look like cluttered neighborhoods. We can find a country road where we may not see a house or another car for miles. We can see beautiful green pastures and fields and glimpses of the Mississippi River.

However, this past Thursday night, while we were at Bennett’s last ball game of the season,  a thieving predator swooped into our driveway and drove away with our boat. The bottom-feeding loser had to be watching because 14 minutes after I pulled out of the driveway, a friend identified the boat several miles from our house. He must have seen that Chris and B had their uniforms on and that we wouldn’t be back for a while. I guess he knew what he was doing.

What he didn’t know is that almost every house he passed for the first mile is a relative of mine. He also didn’t know that his truck would be identified by my aunt, a cousin, and two other friends as he drove down this road. You see, another reason that Munford is my kind of town is because there are so many people here that are willing to look out for each other and lend a helping hand. So, although the police have not located the boat, they do have leads that are helping them with the search.

I have been very upset by this violation to my personal property, not only because of the principle, but also because I had to watch my 4-year-old son cry because his boat and brand new fishing pole had been taken. We have had so many good times on that boat whether it be fishing in a local lake or just hanging out on the Mississippi or Tennessee Rivers.

So, as I sit inside on this gorgeous Sunday afternoon, when I would normally be cruising on my boat, I have a message for the low life SOB that has some bad karma headed his way:

A) You will reap what you sow and must face the consequences at some point.

B) You may have taken this

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But you will never take all of the wonderful memories that were made

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or the ones that are yet to be made.

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C) Just so you know, we don’t take kindly to folks like you around here. So, if I were you I’d take my ass somewhere else because these country folk may appear pure as gold, but we all have a little redneck that’s ready to come out when someone does our people wrong.

This leach on society has my invitation to pack his crap and hit the road, because THIS is MY KIND OF TOWN.

Jaime