Tunnel to Nowhere
July 10, 2008
I didn’t grow up in Bryson City – my husband did – so it’s not really my story to tell. But you can look it up.
Outside town, there’s a “Road to Nowhere.” Which leads to the Tunnel to Nowhere.
Which, when you grow up in a small town, feels like the whole town is a tunnel to nowhere.
It has been the scene of devil worship and high praise for intoxicants since at least 1979, just like deserted structures across the nation.
I grew up in Sandusky, Ohio, which I thought was a small town at the time. Didn’t know much then.
Has something like 30,000 people, or it did, which is at least 10 times the size of an average village in many countries of the planet.
Used to think that a small town was doom. That the only way it could and should lead was out.
But now that I live in a VERY small community, less than 3,000 people, I find that I like it. And the difference is: When I was 12 years old, I cared what people thought of me.
[More photos from Bryson City are in my photoblog entries for early July.]
