While covering a local basketball game Wednesday night, something struck me as a bit odd.
It wasn't the game itself. It wasn't even the work part. It was looking around and seeing so many faces in the stands that I have known for the better part of my life. I spent most of halftime talking to those people and it triggered a thought about alt/Texas country group Cross Canadian Ragweed's song "Seventeen."
In the song, the chrous' main line is "You're always 17 in your hometown." Strange that it would hit me at a basketball game, but still it did.
I know Stephanie, Diane, Donecia and Adam are all from around here, but am I the only Shreveport-Bossier City area native here at The Times that runs into these meetings while on assignment?
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Not at all. What's weird is when I run into people who know my parents. They don't live here anymore, and I tend to forget that people still know them.
Like Stephanie said on an In post -- Shreveport is very much a small town at heart.
It really is! I still am blown away by folks who remember me. I'm more shocked when they remember me.
Like the other day I got a call from my pre-school teacher.
This is a lady who's probably taught hundreds of students in her 30 years as a teacher and she just retired last year.
At one point, I just had to ask her: How in the world do you remember me after all of these years, all the students? It's just amazing.
Yeah, it becomes even smaller for those of us on these late night shifts. You start to realize there are only so many people awake around here when you get off work at 11, 12 or 1... You see the same people everywhere.
Every time I go to Opelousas, I feel like I'm back in high school. Here in Shreveport I'm pretty invisible, but when I go back home, everybody knows my family and they remember me as a dorky high school kid. It's a weird experience going back into that life.
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