I’ve been home for two weeks now and I’ve been looking around for people who I might know that are still living here and are working and whatnot and hadn’t really spotted anybody I know from memory until today. You see my home town is small compared to most towns in this great ol’ U.S. of A. It boasts (according to the last census count of 2000, which I’m sure is bigger by now) a population of 10,000 for my town. The surrounding smaller towns like Paul, Heyburn, Declo, Rupert and Oakley are substantially smaller. Yes, smaller then 10,000 people if you’ll beleive it. Back east you can get 10,000 people within 5 to 6 city blocks within most cities.
But not here! You see, the main place where all the shopping for things here is, of course, Wal-Mart and you would expect to run in to atleast some people I know there within the last week and a half that I’ve been here, but nope.
Today, however, I ran in to my aunt, a friend from high school named Alex who just happens to be working at Wal Mart, another friend named Elijah who is going in to the National Guard next year and a scattering of other familiar faces that popped up here and there. Most of which are working at Wal Mart. Go figure.
Why was I at Wal Mart you ask.
Well, I didn’t go there looking for people, despite how I opened this blog. I went there for a camera (which I still haven’t got—I want one that doesn’t run off of double A’s and has it’s own lithium battery), a mouse for my laptop to play Star Craft 2 so I don’t have to steal my dads, and a fishing license so i can legally go fishing with my dad tomorrow 🙂
Upon going to purchase my fishing license and mouse the man at the counter was an elderly man who noticed I that I am military. Upon noticing he told me that he had been in the Air Force once upon a time, working as a postal clerk in France around the time that the French decided to kick our military units out of their country and that in fact he was an E-3 doing a Staff Sergeants job when it came to closing up shop and was one of the last people to leave the base (don’t know which one) as they closed the base up and moved to Germany. The surreal part of this was that I had just listened to an elderly man recount a piece of history that most people these days have no idea about and it was slightly humbling. It also seems that I run in to old Vets left and right; like my Uncle David’s dad being a former Navy Boatswains Mate (or deck seaman) during the Korean war and recounting what went on with the ship he served, a ship whose name I forget but remember it was a troop transport.
As for the picture I put in to this blog entry, you can find the story here. 🙂