I first "met" the town of Weed in High School.
That is, I first heard the name then. A new teacher in our school had
transferred from Weed High School. We thought the name was funny (it
something else then), but that was the extent of our interest in the
affair. Yet Weed never went away for me. I kept thinking about it,
what it was like. Was it a big place? Rustic or modern? Old homes or
Whenever I thought I'd forgotten Weed, I'd remember it again. It
kept coming up, just like a...well, you know.
So I was glad to finally meet this town.
Somehow, in all
the time Weed had stuck in my head, I hadn't formed an impression of
Now I have a face to put with the name. Weed is a great place -- a
community built along a rolling hillside. There's a cafe, a post
a church or two, some horses, some people, and, of course, a high
I don't know what else you could ask for.
The Weed cemetery is on a hillside just behind
Yet, somehow, that isn't macabre. They might as well keep each other
It's almost like the town of Weed is one big happy family, past and
residents looking after each other. Thorton Wilder must have had Weed
mind when he wrote "Our Town."
It was a pleasant meeting, and worth the wait.
just one thing I don't understand. Why on earth did the teacher leave?