Dale City

I grew up in a town in northern Virginia; Dale City. Often this small city was called ghetto and the 'city' was replaced with other choice words. Whatever, I thought it was great. We moved away after 8th grade and returned when I was to start my senior year of high school. The street we had lived on prior to returning senior year was a bit different than it once was, and I felt maybe now Dale City really was going down hill just a titch...

Friends started making jokes about how you know you live in D.City if you or your neighbors park on the front lawn. AND IT WAS TRUE. I don't know if this was always happening, or if I just started noticing when I returned as a driver...but I saw people with clear driveways right next to their house, pull onto the lawn to park. Still don't understand it. But it was funny.

The other night P and I were talking about this with my fellow Virginians, Lynette and Stephan. This was news to Perris and we all had a good little giggle about it. Perris then had to leave to go study, but shortly returned. We visited for a time longer and then someone knocked at our door to return a hammer. Stephan went to the door and after accepting the hammer said, "Perris, you parked on the lawn?" He instantly had a victorious smile across his face for his clever little stunt. Thanks for bringin' a little bit of Dale City back to Provo. I believe Perris' exact quote when I got up to peek out the door was, "You can take the girl out of Dale City, but you can't take the Dale City out of the girl." Hahaha...oh my my my. He left it there all night. Proof below:

And just as a post script: We went to an activity saturday night and as we were leaving, Perris grabbed a plate to take a few snacks for the ride home. A cookie and a piece of cheese. 2 necessities for the man. Can you guess which he ate first?

The cheese, of course.

The Wisconsinite holds true to his roots forever.