A Return to the homeland, a return to Odessa, Texas
22.12.2012 - 29.12.2012
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The return to the great state of Texas.
It had been a solid two years since I had last been back home. It was time to just be with family, the precious smell of Rosa's Tex-Mex, chat with a couple friends, and basically, just be in a sacred place, Texas.
The act of being up nothing still produces some good stories.
I grew up living in the same town as the World's Largest Jackrabbit and I figured Sophie and Dominic were now old enough to meet a leporid as well. You never know how long he will live, he's no longer a young leveret.
Their excitement, yes genuine excitement, for this world renowned creature, was tempered a bit by the brisk wind running across West Texas and the fact that this jackrabbit . . . well, it's a jackrabbit made out of plastic, paint, and a little concrete. Not an actual living animal.
We stayed long enough for a few dignified photos, and amazingly enough, the World's Largest Jackrabbit kept the same pose while two 30 something adults jumped on his back carrying crazy grins.
The human senses can really define a location. While living in Chimbote, Perú, the billowing smoke from the fish mills meant there was money in town. That same scent also came with a price, a fragrance that curdled your nose hairs and infiltrated your clothes for months on end easily identified you as a Chimbotano across the rest of Perú.
Odessa had another sudorific smell of money. That smell is petroleum. And everywhere we went on our trip, you smelt it. It's the kind of smell that infiltrates your nose and transforms the taste of your water supply from water to oil. I didn't know any better growing up, I thought you were supposed to be able to chew your water. You could see the result of all that money that had come into town, there was actually traffic going down 42nd Street.
Pungent also deftly describes breakfast in the White House over a White Christmas. Not only does my Dad like to taste his breakfast, he likes to suffer a bit as well. My Dad has burned countless taste buds off of his tongue over the years through exposure to massive amounts of dangerously acidic jalapeño peppers and chili peppers. For most, this would be a terrible lose, but for my Dad, it's a great source of pride for him. Thus, he feels all family and visitors must experience that same deluge of scent, taste, and burn that only comes with incredible amounts of onions and garlic. He is able to transform scrambled eggs into a lethal attack on your mouth. Mosquitoes don't fly within a mile radius of anyone that has consumed his creations.
And that was our departure breakfast, and while crossing the great unknown of New Mexican wilderness (Yeah, we are now 32nd in national education), our olfactory senses redirected our thoughts back home.