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Hi Dallas,
On Sat, 12 Mar 2005 20:01:16 GMT, you wrote:
> Not far from true... you don't want to hear, "Ya ain't from around
> here are ya, boy."
No kidding! Back in 1979, I drove from L.A. to NYC with two friends
from my art school/music conservatory. I'm a Thai/Welsh mix, one
companion is a black woman from Philadelphia who, at the time, was
the spitting image of Grace Jones (in both facial/hair looks and
clothing style; she's now a well known recording artist in her own
right), and our other traveling companion was a pale "punk looking"
guy from London (with colorful, um, "shapely" hair, various bits of
hardware stuck into various parts of his face and ears, interesting
clothing and jewelry, etc.). Believe it or not, I was the most
"conservative" looking of the three of us!
Naturally, we suffered the classic "just before the weekend" car
trouble just as we were about to leave El Paso in our rear view
mirror (of all places...El Paso...eek!). Being the poor students we
were, we looked for the cheapest motel room we could find to stay in
over the weekend while we waited to get our car fixed. This motel
happened to share (or nearly share) a small parking area with a
tavern that I could only describe as being quite well saturated with
"local flavor" (at least from what we could tell by who was hanging
around outside of it, though we never ventured inside).
The moment we got out of our car, several of the "very local looking
guys" who were hanging out around their cars in front of the tavern
made their way over towards our motel; apparently to get a better
look at this "traveling freak show". While they seemed slightly
amused, they also projected an air of potential danger. We said
"hello", but none of them ever said a word to us directly, though our
"hellos" did seem to stimulate some bits of conversation between them
(perhaps they were amazed that such aliens even spoke English?).
Anyway, a revolving group of these "locals" kept a pretty close eye on
us as we went about our business in town. They made no attempts at
being subtle in their monitoring of us, yet very strangely, only a
very few people actually spoke to us the entire weekend beyond what
was required as we talked to the mechanics, or the wait staff in a
couple of restaurants.
El Paso was a very surreal and somewhat creepy experience for us!
> The only thing that will save you at that point is to show them your
> Rodeo Belt Buckle.
We didn't have any of those. Perhaps that's why hardly anyone would
even speak to us?
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Melissa
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