Ridgecrest, California
It’s a tiny little town in the middle of the
desert built around a Navy base. Which I
always find funny. Because we don’t have
any water. But, it’s actually a very
important and historical base and they invent and test bombs and things and
invented the glow stick so, I mean, they’re doing stuff. We had to drive over an hour away to the nearest mall. We didn’t have chain restaurants except drive-throughs. We bought our clothes at Walmart and
Kmart. We didn’t walk anywhere because
it was too hot. We cooled ourselves with
swamp coolers not air conditioners. We
learned to drive in the community college parking lot. We set Christmas trees on fire in the desert
when we were bored. We could always tell
the new kids at school because when the base would make a gigantic boom that
shook the classroom windows, the new kids would flinch and look around startled
and us locals would just keep on working.
The sounds of jets flying overhead are comforting to me; they’re the
sounds of my childhood. Wind is a
different thing where I’m from. It’s a
viscous slap in the face leaving a trail of sand stuck to your eyelashes and
lip gloss. Wind is WIND in Ridgecrest. Houses are cheap. Getting anywhere takes 5 minutes. People don’t like to pay more than $10 a plate
at restaurants. And you can always see
the stars. Not like the way you can see
them on clear nights in the city. You
can see them in Ridgecrest so clearly that you feel like you can reach out and
touch them. I miss that more than
anything – sitting outside at night and it’s always a little cold because it’s
the desert and looking up at the sky and being surrounded by stars.
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