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Memories

Telling and Dwelling

I watched a movie the other night called “Doc Hollywood” and enjoyed it a great deal for the fifth or sixth time.  No guns, no standoffs, no raging mutant android cross-dressing Cyclops stalking the countryside – just a young, hotshot surgeon trapped for a time in small-town America.

Musing after the program on why I liked it even more the fifth time than I had the first, the answer became clear:  I miss my small town and the time period when I was there.

In the movie, the village is called Grady – “The Squash Capital of the World” – or the South, or the state, or something.  Even though the picture is set in the present, Grady is not.  Nothing moves too fast in Grady.  Front porches are still neighborhood centers for jawing, back fences neighborhood centers for gossip, and everybody knows everybody’s business – just like where I grew up.

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