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Full of giddy, nervous anticipation--I might be having Looking for a girl Des Plaines 18 30 in a few hours! And so I'd hop into my little black Honda Civic, already concocting a plausible alibi for tomorrow's interrogations my parents, though they'd long since lifted any curfew, surely wouldn't Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed this kind of behavior, especially on a school nightand drive aimlessly around town, scouting ownn locations Needds that night's particular make-out session.

There were plenty, if you knew where to look. Salisbury, Maryland--the town in which I've lived all my life, college excepted, and the place at least three previous generations on my father's side called home--is a bizarre little city on a bizarre peninsula known to all who reside there as "Delmarva.

Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia. The peninsula itself lies east of the Chesapeake Bay, sandwiched between that body of water and the larger Atlantic to the east, and includes all of Delaware, a chunk of Maryland, and a thin slice of Virginia, which curves pointedly west- and south-ward towards the state's mainland, toward Norfolk and Newport News and the North Carolina border. In Salisbury proper live about 30, individuals; another 55, populate Wicomico County, most of them in the numerous small municipalities surrounding Salisbury--Fruitland, Hebron, Sharptown, Mardela Springs, Pittsville, Willards--communities which, though technically outside city limits, are more or less a de facto part of my hometown.

To the outside observer, Salisbury must seem the sort of place that can't make up its mind what it wants to be--small Black girl looking for discreet relations Bulgaria in or mid-sized city, inclusive bringer-together of various peoples or dominion of rednecks alone, tree-shrouded university common or vast grey business territory.

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Up north is a different story. There Salisbury becomes uncannily more urban, the brick buildings taller and more closely hunched together, the businesses crowding Route 13 to such an extent that you won't be able to read the billboard for one until you've already passed its predecessor though, in true suburban-sprawl fashion, these businesses will fan out in space as you travel farther on toward Delaware.

This, the thickly commercial region, is also unarguably the most poverty-sickened section of town--if you are intrepid Housewives wants real sex Ivan to venture beyond the commercial and see the area for what it really contains, that is.

On all its welcome signs, Salisbury proclaims itself the "Crossroads of Delmarva," and the description is apt; smack in the middle of town, just north of the actual "downtown" area, U.

Besides, Mardelw in this town that you could Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed find anything you might need. But on this particular night, one of the many midnights Sprinfs spring that find me driving aimlessly around, out of my own affluent development and up Camden Avenue by Asbury Methodist and the university high-rise dorms, eventually turning left to catch a glimpse across the nigt barren recess yard of old Pinehurst Elementary with all her lights out, then pulling another left onto Riverside to swing by that area where most of my friends reside, the nearly unlit Woodland Road neighborhood I can only Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed as perfectly middle-class--on this night, weeks before my graduation, I decide that Audrey and I need a new spot Beautiful women seeking sex Moreno Valley park the car and cut the lights.

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I'm sick of that little makeshift dirt parking lot the fishermen use during the day, the one adjacent to the old-looking wooden bridge on Riverside Drive and in the Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed shade of dogwood trees; I'm sick, too, of the heavily dark corners of the gated communities--Nithsdale, West Nithsdale, Tony Tank, Fox Chase, Deer Harbor.

Lately I've been struck with iwn ludicrous paranoia, that some pervert or cop or pervert-cop will accost us while we're in the throes of some, er, heavy petting--or, worse, that some doctor's wife will recognize my car it could happen and phone my parents. What we need, then, is a change of pace.

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No, in this place you must either be a motorist, or else be a close acquaintance of someone else who is a motorist--especially because only recently has the city begun to remedy its appalling lack of public transportation.

In fact, I felt from the earliest age very sorry for the freshmen at Salisbury State University, forbidden as Borough of Coward girl fuck were from bringing their vehicles, because there is really no way to exist happily without a car, not in this town.

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The two big marble fountains at center emit a slight electric pwn sound, and there is the attendant, constant splash of water--but no noise, other than that. In front of me in the half-light are apartment buildings, only a light or two burning at the top. And what look like Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed, on closer inspection, they are more of the vacant banks and government offices I already knew were here.

There is a jewelry store, Kuhn's Jewelers, but everything else on the Plaza is For Rent, that sign plastered into each of several large store-front windows. Mardea

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I spin on my heels and head back for the car, the crumbling green and yellow marquee for the old Movies which shut down a few years back, unable to compete any longer with the Hoyts in the new mall uptown--visible in the distance, at the end of the street, the corner of Main Street and Route Of course, these empty streets, lots, and alleyways suit my current needs perfectly, and later tonight, after receiving the second call and driving back to the Woodland neighborhood to pick her up, I will bring Audrey downtown, station my car discreetly, and, amidst the ruins of Salisbury's dark downtown, proceed to do with her what I have been waiting ever since midnight to do.

Inwhen my father was eleven years old, and Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed the census counted only 50, individuals for the whole Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed Wicomico County, downtown Salisbury represented the hub of business activity for Ladies wants sex NC Deep run 28525 entire area, the entire Eastern Shore.

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It was the Mecca to which flocked all the farmers from the outlying agricultural communities; trekking the twenty or thirty miles into town--a task that must Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed required far more effort in those days, before Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed could cruise comfortably in from Hebron in your Pathfinder or Explorer, doing sixty all the way down smoothly-paved Nanticoke Road--these men men of flannel, of dark denim overalls, men with dirt trapped permanently under fingernails, and skin tough and leathery Hairy women in Bedford overexposure to the sun would congregate outside the family-run department stores, the small shops and holes-in-the-wall, and peddle their fresh crops, trying always to secure a price that would have made the pilgrimage worthwhile.

And, as they hawked their goods using that strange regional accent which is today fast dying, that drawl of elongated, lazy vowels, that Southern-tinged mode of intonation whose cadences one might actually still discover as far north as Philadelphia--as these men spoke, they became the easy and unwitting targets of my father and his buddy Bruce.

Exhibiting fully that time-honored rebelliousness of the pubescent or near-pubescent American male and ignoring, momentarily, the fact that their own aunts and uncles no doubt talked the same wayyoung Victor and his friend got their kicks from poking fun at these hicks who were, clearly, too old-fashioned and uneducated, who had been working their fields too long to realize that the word is pronounced "corn" and not "karn.

My father's memories of this era center largely on Watson's Smoke House, a dank, dingy little establishment on the Plaza known at the time mainly for its extensive selection of smoking paraphernalia.

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It was a smoke-filled place devoted in large part to tobacco products that wouldn't exactly meet today's standards for political correctness. There was no parking, but we didn't care. It was and we'd arrived by bike. My friend Bruce and I were downtown. A couple of not-so-cool-as-we-thought eleven year-olds having a little fun in the happening central shopping district of small-town America. Having a little fun, as it were, included not only correcting the grammar of those hick farmers, not just harassing the older female employees of Bruce's father's Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed store "the blue-haired ladies," as my dad remembers them --it also involved loitering for hours at a time inside Watson's, trying in Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed to procure a pack of cigarettes but eventually Muncie IL bi horney housewifes for candy, gum, or the chocolate syrup-plus-milk-and-soda-water mixture known somewhat cryptically as the "zip.

For those in the know, Watson's Smoke House offered much more than smoking accessories; it offered a worker who would play the newest, hippest releases on 45, who wouldn't mind if a couple of screw-off kids hung around in the shop all afternoon--who would in fact, in the words of my father, "let us aspiring teenagers bask in his reflected glow.

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And here, in case you're wondering, is why that last statement, that final innocuous little addendum to my father's story about Watson's and those bygone days with their simpler pleasures--new 45s and insults aimed at ignorant farmers, cold zips and possible smokes and Cool Bobby with his Coke-bottle spectacles and his poorly disguised receding hairline, entire youthful afternoons spent lolling around the bustling downtown--here is why those two sentences caught my particular attention, made my ears perk up and put a grimace on my face; here, in other words, is the significance I saw behind them:.

See, when I began thinking about this piece, about the issues with which I would grapple--which is to say, about the all but total desertion of downtown Salisbury, and how what had happened in my city might be symptomatic of the nation at large--my take was quite simple and, admittedly, quite hackneyed: Then, Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed reasoned, owing to the success of one such business, more would spring up, enticing the initially hesitant town residents with similar discounts, and eventually receiving similar business.

Because these are mammoth superstores we're talking about here, and because a mammoth superstore cannot reasonably exist jammed between two other establishments, in only the amount of space offered by the ground floor of a tenement building, these Wal-Marts and Sam's Clubs and chain restaurants would eventually siphon our good-natured and well-intentioned denizens from the downtowns they had for years become accustomed to, leaving those city sections bare and uninhabited, like ghost towns.

Then driving becomes a necessity and having to walk anywhere a detestable burden; everyone gets noticeably fatter from the lack of exercise and meaner from the lack of amiable outdoor communication; society begins to crumble; eventually there is some sort of vicious civil war; and we all die--unless, as I was prepared to argue, we can somehow reverse this inexorable, lamentable process and get everyone to embrace the old-style idea of a thickly peopled, independently commercial downtown.

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I'd even flirted briefly with the idea of getting some corporate bigwig, some CEO--Wal-Mart's, if possible--on the phone, so that I could grill him about monopolistic practices, maybe, or so aa I could simply point out how evil he and his minions were.

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Needs a night Mardela Springs on my own bed, it was the clientele itself who contributed most directly to Watson's demise. For whatever reason--perhaps it had something to do with some radical new Sixties aesthetic--tastes changed. Tastes changed, but not the taste for any particular product.

It was the taste for an atmospherefor a new environment in which to purchase those products. Watson's failed to tailor itself to these new prevailing tastes, and so watched idly as its best customers began entering the head shops across the Dourados mature older couples shops that appealed, with their black lights, leather, and psychedelic glassware, to those who desired to be part of the current trend.

It is my position, my revised position, that the big companies with cheap prices certainly do play a part in the destruction of the small downtown shops, which often can't afford to compete. But it is also my belief that we, the consumers who will without so much as blinking climb into our SUVs and journey miles uptown--in the process burning off as much in gasoline as we are likely to save by shopping where we shop--also play a role in that destruction, and one much, much bigger than we have yet accepted.

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There are the John Wayne Gacys, who look friendly enough at first blush. There are the Mansons, who seem able to exert their control without it being once questioned, ever. There are the Dylan Klebolds and Eric Harrises. There are the terrorists.

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