First of all, different sections of our wonderful country are culturally different. If one lives in a particular geographic section, the foods, the words, the sights are peculiar to that region. However they are certainly not peculiar to the persons living there. When one moves away, they become like icons or “Have to’s” when revisiting. Some things are missed and some things are worth shaking your head over when revisited. My intended visit was for a month but a family emergency cut the visit to 16 days. Still, I tasted, touched, heard, felt and saw familiar things that are not a part of my life now. Now, it’s back to more familiar things again.
A temporary guide to re-programming my five senses until my next visit to Indiana
See no more
Rusted bodies on cars and trucks, Marathon gas stations, Kroger grocery stores, very narrow streets, the Wabash River
Feel no more
Hugs from mom, kids and grandkids, Humidity (phew)
Hear no more
These words: Crik (back to creek), pop (you know, coke, 7-Up, Dr. Pepper) water fountain (back to drinking fountain) Carmel (back to car-a-mel), asterik to asterisk, groshury store to grocery store
Smell no more
Stinky corn syrup plant aromas when the wind’s from the east
Taste no more
Breaded Tenderloins, Hoosier deep-fried catfish (believe me it’s different and better than most), O’Rears Fried Nut Rolls, Mom’s chicken salad (ummh)
CONFESSION: The first meal I had when I arrived home (California) was carryout-Mexican food from an authentic Mexican restaurant. Most of my friends back in the mid-west think that cheesy gringo-mex stuff is real Mexican food. I beg them to visit and we’ll do a Mexican “real food” tour. Of course that will come after the Basque tastes, followed by the Peruvian food, followed by the Vietnamese food, etc, etc…..