At first glance, my home town may not look like much. An hour from the nearest mall and surrounded by rice fields, Keiser is a small speck on the map of Arkansas, a blur to those driving somewhere else. Yet filtered among the watchful cottonwood trees, memories live—memories of cheerleader practice, Halloween carnivals, best friends, the Yellow Jacket Cafe with mouth-watering burgers and onion rings.
I drive the streets to recharge and refill, to remember the place rooted deeply in my mind. To remember myself.
Although the gin is boarded-up, I imagine the highway once lined with over-filled cotton trailers, the wind blowing and spilling a trail of white along the side of the road like snow. The stadium lights went dark years ago, yet the buzz of junior high football lingers in my heart.
I feel your smile, even though you’re gone.
I remember.
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
K-E-I-S-E-R-J-A-C-K-E-T-S, hey-hey, clap, stomp, clap clap, repeat. Keiser Jackets sting ’em!
“There are some important things to remember always, no matter how hard life presses at you. One of these things is that wherever you are, and no matter for how long, there must be a home to hold you.” – Sheila Moon, Knee Deep in Thunder
Musical Pairing:
Turning Home, David Nail
