My Hometown

My Hometown

The Highway Men

Whenever you mention The Highwaymen, most everyone will automatically begin talking about the country supergroup of Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, and Kris Kristofferson.

But where I come from, the words “the highway men” are three of the dirtiest words that you can mention to a local.

Back when I was growing up, zoning laws had started to shift county lines and politicians were spewing out the words “in the name of progress” as their reason for all of the changes that they were proposing.

One such change was to extend the highway right through the heart of our square and little town; essentially causing homes and local business to have to be torn down to create the room.

Blue signs that read “No Highway” littered every lawn up and down the streets.

Our local politicians held town meetings with the community to assure them that they were fighting to prevent this from happening.

There wasn’t a moment that went by where the highway coming through wasn’t the talk of the town.

The older generation was talking about it at the feed store.

Millie’s Diner was filled morning, noon, and night with concerned citizens.

When a man dressed in a top of the line black suit arrived in our square, even more worry swept over our small town.

Everyone within an eye shot watched through the curtains of their windows as our mayor Joe Huddle spoke with the man and shook his hand.

A mandatory town meeting was called for 5PM that night.

The town’s people spoke all day long of Huddle’s betrayal and tried to piece together what they needed to do in order to impeach him.

Of course, the man in the black suit turned out to be Frank, Huddles college roommate who was a politician in from Washington DC to announce that our town had been added to The National Register of Historic Places so that no one could tear down any part of it for a highway.


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