Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Are you from around here?
I am not a sensative type usually, but today I was driving a coworker to the mechanic's shop to get their car when the discussion came around to Conroe. He is from out of town, lived most of his life in Florida as far as I can tell, and had some rather nasty comments to make about my town.
From the look in my eyes I am pretty sure he knew he had stricken a nerve because he quickly asked "Are you from Conroe?"
Well, hell yes buddy. It isn't a perfect place and Grangerland is a damn scary portion of the local area, but Conroe isn't that bad.
It is kinda hard to explain. I spent most of my youth bitching and moaning about this town and now that I am an adult, I can't imagine a much better place to live. Yes, there are the die hard idiots that any place has and sometimes local politics make your head spin, but Conroe isn't the armpit of hell that I once considered it. In fact, the more I think about it, the sheer volume of dumbness that I particpated in as a kid leads me to believe that Conroe is a pretty damn good place to be. Any where else and I would probably still be locked up for something petty and vile.
As an adult, Conroe is fun. Well, at least I think it is. My rabble rousing days are long over and I don't know what young adults do for fun these days, but it can't be too bad here. Once upon a time the Outback Steakhouse had a damn fine bar. They freshly squeezed grapefruits to make my Salty Dogs. That is service. For a good beer there was Molly's Pub. Wayback in the day, there was even Tejas Bar and Grill to quench your need for cheap beer and fried food.
Yep, Conroe ain't half bad.
Here is yet another Conroe Blogger, I think.
Thomas' Own Personal Piece of Doomcake
From the look in my eyes I am pretty sure he knew he had stricken a nerve because he quickly asked "Are you from Conroe?"
Well, hell yes buddy. It isn't a perfect place and Grangerland is a damn scary portion of the local area, but Conroe isn't that bad.
It is kinda hard to explain. I spent most of my youth bitching and moaning about this town and now that I am an adult, I can't imagine a much better place to live. Yes, there are the die hard idiots that any place has and sometimes local politics make your head spin, but Conroe isn't the armpit of hell that I once considered it. In fact, the more I think about it, the sheer volume of dumbness that I particpated in as a kid leads me to believe that Conroe is a pretty damn good place to be. Any where else and I would probably still be locked up for something petty and vile.
As an adult, Conroe is fun. Well, at least I think it is. My rabble rousing days are long over and I don't know what young adults do for fun these days, but it can't be too bad here. Once upon a time the Outback Steakhouse had a damn fine bar. They freshly squeezed grapefruits to make my Salty Dogs. That is service. For a good beer there was Molly's Pub. Wayback in the day, there was even Tejas Bar and Grill to quench your need for cheap beer and fried food.
Yep, Conroe ain't half bad.
Here is yet another Conroe Blogger, I think.
Thomas' Own Personal Piece of Doomcake
