Ya know people are people but something weird happens when you sit people next to a campfire or if they sit in one of those nylon folding chairs with the funny net cup-holder thinger built into in the arm.
The closer you get to the campfire the better the marshmallows taste and the less you care about the fact that the kids eating the marshmallows have dirty fingers and sticky faces.
Men who wear buttoned shirts and ties to work each day will sit around in a circle nodding about that shiny new tractor you have and not only do they nod and chat but they "get it", too.
The same mom who dusts and disinfects every kitchen surface within reach before and after dinner every single night will relish in a slab of beef that has just been pealed off a metal grate after being cooked over an open fire. And not a meat thermometer in sight.
A girl who grew up in the country and then moved away for a while will sit next to that fire while some guy (who is a school teacher by day) plays a guitar and the people across the road clap and whistle. She'll sit there and watch her kids play with glow sticks. She'll sit there and even though she doesn't even like country music she'll be reminded , once again, that you really can't have the perfect country and western song unless you mention Mama, trains, trucks, prison, and gett'in drunk.
Not only will she remember but if you put a coffee cup in her hand that just happens to be full of beer she just might sing along, too.
Oof. This makes me yearn for some camping!
Posted by: bezzie | May 19, 2008 at 07:16 PM
Sounds like a good time was had by all.
Posted by: elizabeth m | May 19, 2008 at 02:11 PM