We had to make up our fun in the little bitty, rural town of York, NE in 1997. By measure of entertainment, there wasn’t much pre-packaged fluff. The town had a movie theater, but having grown up in a much larger city, calling York’s establishment a theater was only claiming that you could similarly see movies there. In other words, it wasn’t much to gawk at…seats breaking down, projectors were old, musty smell…
There were a couple of places that you could rent movies, a bowling alley, a handful of eating establishments, and several nice parks. For a college town, pretty sleepy in deed.
For more exciting entertainment options, locals usually shot down the freeway to Lincoln (a real college town – home of Univ. of Nebraska) where they could find the usual suburbia flare being served up by the block. Additionally, Lincoln provided a new flare that many of us children of the 80’s-90’s were unfamiliar with – a retro “grunge-ish” scene. “Hippie” was coming back in to style and with it, all of the shops that supported the lifestyle.
Back to Corn-ville… Like I said before, York was the kind of place where you made up your own fun. Back before “couch surfing” was a real coined term (people who have no home and end up on buddies couches night after night), we would drive around town and find old couches that people had discarded to the side of the road – throw them in the back of the truck and have super soaker wars from the back of the trucks while driving the streets of town!
A couple of times we bought cans of biscuits from the grocery store when they were running a good sale on them. There were some train tracks that ran over the highway thru the middle of town and the road dipped down for proper clearance. We would go and sit on the bridge and take chunk of the dough and chunk the little dough balls at the windshields of the vehicles as they passed under. When the driver would try to use their windshield wipers to clear the mess, it would spread out the dough across the windshield making an even bigger mess. Of course, we were just selfish kids who cared about nobody but ourselves, and didn’t see the bigger picture of “do unto others.” We were just trying to have fun – we were bored – and we were doing it at other’s expense. This was all fun and games until the night we hit the truck full of “Townies.”
Now, let me explain what I mean by “Townies.” Every town has their crazy local young men. The guys who cruise up the main drag on a Friday night just looking for a fight… Well, that night, we hit their truck and they found their fight.
We had hit the windshield of their truck with a couple of good sized dough balls and hadn’t thought much about the consequences of this action. We were busy looking for our next victim. UNTIL we heard the screeching of tires and a voice yell out with a few obscenities and promises that he intended to keep…
The five of us took flight in five different directions! We all had bikes parked by the old depot and one way or another ended up over there attempting to grab our bikes and ride away to safety.
Three in our group managed to get there before the truck pulled up and rode off with their bikes – not to far though as they wanted to see the show!
The remaining two ran up just as the truck was pulling up. These two guys took off again this time together and ran toward the neighborhood that is down the hill from the college. The townies chased them but couldn’t find them. I do believe that the two that ran on foot hid under a porch until the coast was clear. Their bikes didn’t fare so well however, as they were driven over by the Townies truck.
There were a bunch of us who all had large trucks with lifts. We enjoyed going and plowing thru corn fields, rivers, mud bogs, really anything that would make a mess.
We had a local “lake” that was more like a glorified pond, called Lake Recharge. It affectionately earned the nickname Lake Discharge as there were a lot of couples who parked out there…to get to know each other a little better…
Going to the local Walmart was one of the few “entertainment” options available. Have you ever seen those lists that get passed around email and Facebook like “20 Fun Things to Do in a Walmart”? We were the kids that made up those kind of lists… Who knew there were so many ways to get kicked out of the store? I kid, but truly, that place was entertainment in itself… Just sitting there people watching was funny enough!
There were so many fun things that we did that year, and so many memories made, I could write a book. The key point is that we made lasting friendships during that year. Friendships that are still cherished. Sometimes, we get back together and form new bonds. We’re not stuck in the past on what we had; we take time to enjoy life together now.
Just recently, a group of us got together in Kansas City for a weekend to reminisce and have fun. We all stayed at Greg’s place while there. He is one of the guys that was in our group. He’s done well for himself; owns a tree care business there, OP Tree Care I think, that specializes in tree disease. The point of me saying that is we’ve all grown up, move on, live life… But, we still have ties that bind. We still take time to get together and renew our friendships.
Folks, as I keep walking down this road of rediscovery and learning from my life, I am reminded that it is not one thing that defines us, but the many. These cherished memories I have shared are but a half of a percent of what I can remember from just that one year of college. The friendships that I gained that year continue to define parts of who I am.
Make sure you aren’t defining your life alone, but defining life together.