Stranger- chapter seven: Mississippi

.Pomade Vendor: I can get the part from Bristol. It’ll take two weeks, Here’s your pomade.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Two weeks? That don’t do me no good.

Pomade Vendor: Nearest Ford auto man’s Bristol.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Hold on. I don’t want this pomade. I want Dapper Dan.

Pomade Vendor: I don’t carry Dapper Dan, I carry Fop.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, I don’t want Fop, goddamn it! I’m a Dapper Dan man!

Pomade Vendor: Watch your language, young feller, this is a public market. Now if you want Dapper Dan, I can order it for you, have it in a couple of weeks.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, ain’t this place a geographical oddity. Two weeks from everywhere!

-Oh, Brother Where Art Thou?

    

       We as humans are instinctually compelled to seek the significance in our natural born habitat. It’s a place we and others may take for granted often. But we don’t choose where we come from. Jackson, Mississippi is not L.A. or Seattle or Atlanta or New York City by far. It’s a small city trapped in a big town. Surrounding communities fit the stereotypical conventions of mundane, one-dimensional, country-living life as seen on Andy Griffith or The Dukes of Hazard.  Many never leave Mississippi. The dream of the farm and the tractor and the payoff from long hours of physical labor is the dream of many. The simple life becomes just a matter of keeping it simple.