Daytrip on HWY 359 to Hebbronville (part 1)

 Work keeps me busy but blogging must continue. Now and then, I do venture past Santo Nino, Texas in order to view the outside world. Recently, I took a daytrip to visit the city of Hebbronville. I had never actually been there, other than to drive past it on my way to another destination. I was rather surprised at the feeling of these small towns that dot HWY 359 in south Texas. 

First stop was Oilton. Cool name but if you sneeze you will surely miss it. It's the the feel of a 70s action movie where the the small town sheriff harasses the out of towner, and that's exactly what I was expecting and I poked around town and took random pictures of the town. 

HEB sending wares as they rule south Texas

USPS drop off bin seems to be there since 1965

Empty town like in Children of the Corn, minus the corn

No more lonches at this stand

  

We hate it when our friends become successful

To steal a line from Morrissey, I could just go lay down on the woods and die every time I see an old classmate / relative or acquaintance blowing up and getting more recognition that they deserve. It sounds selfish and trivial, but everywhere I turn these days, I see old foes surpassing me and leaving me alone and abandoned, like a tattered hat on the dance floor of El Gastronomico.

I sure do hate that my friends are becoming so damn successful. Even though my seething anger will eventually turn to  actual happiness for their achievements, I feel a great displeasure at almost reaching 40 and stuck in a huge rut of nothingness. I see neighbors and ex-friends, girlfriends and ex-wives thriving in their business or careers. And here I am, quoting bad Moz songs and feeling like Hebbronville, TX: distant, forgotten and inconsequential. 

That same feeling reflects my attitude toward Laredo. Lately, so many wonderful things have been occurring, growth spurting out at all sides. Yet, I feel very jealous at some of Laredo's "success", so much so that it might be time to put to bed that tired line-'There is nothing to do in Laredo- to an eternal sleep.

Family entertainment, night venues, culture and literary centers are being opened at faster rates that I ever remember. Not that I'm a reader or literary in a sense, but, still, it's cool to have that option.

Thought I must say, that sense of jealousy does creep up. "The Laredo that I used to know," sleepy and content with just being itself is being lost to a brand new Laredo. I'm not so certain what this new Laredo encompasses, not at all. But at least its suffice to know its becoming successful. I can deal with my self-pity at a later date.