I regret not purchasing those custom handmade leather boot straps and cowboy hats, as I probably won’t ever go back to Texas again. All that is left is a painted memory of growing up there, having my first bowl of chili and mending that barbed wire fence all the time. I had a gun and my family grazed cattle, and we had a few chickens scratching around in the dirt. When I was real young I would have fun trying to catch them. All that’s left of the overrated years that I spent there, remains hidden waiting for an invitation to be opened. My dad made the choice to drill for oil, but we never struck any like the other farms around us did.
The town of Cairo, Texas where I lived, doesn’t even exist anymore, but it was in Jasper County a few miles northeast of Houston. It is odd that a whole town could just up and disappear, but it was nothing more than an insipid town with nothing at all going on. In the summer for fun, we used to count the tumble weeds blowing down the main street. My best friend Hoss Cartwright developed a real bad case of jock itch one year and he could not stop scratching his privates. Hoss finally went to the doctor, and he was told that it was Duck Butter, which is the result of a hard day’s work where sweat and perspiration mix in with dead skin down in the nether regions after going a prolonged period without a shower. Apparently the churning of the butter creates a quacking sound, and this is the funniest memory that I have from living there.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Overrated, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Choice, for the Daily Spur prompt – Catch, for FOWC with Fandango – Dirt, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Boot straps and cowboy hats, for Ragtag Community – Insipid, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Painted Memory, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Cairo Duck Invitation and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Jock.