I have a confession to make. I am a sucker for those Facebook postings that have you fill out answers to various questions which then reveal worthless information such as “What 70s band are you?” or “What Downton Abbey character are you?”
And as lame as that is, I am even more addicted to “You know you are X if you can recognize Z” postings. This morning I read one that gave me a chuckle and got me to thinking.
The posting was something along the line of “You know you are from Colorado if.” The subsequent photos included the exterior of Casa Bonita with the caption “When you were a kid, going here was about as good as going to Disneyland.” I resemble that remark.
Then I started thinking about my own kids and what they will remember about growing up in Eagle. As a result, I spent a fair amount of time compiling my own quiz, which I must admit was much more fun that completing the actual work I had to finish for this week’s edition.
At any rate, here is the first stab at a “You know you are from Eagle if” posting. For anyone who wants to get in on the fun, send me some other statements and I promise to hunt down some accompanying photography. Then maybe we can post it on Facebook and make a few other people giggle.
You know you are from Eagle if:
You give directions based on landmarks that no longer exist. I do this almost daily, when I tell people the newspaper office is at the old town hall. I have also directed people to Moe’s at the old Loaf ‘N Jug, Bonfire Brewing at Viking Garage and Gourmet China at Beasley’s.
Forget super-sizing, nothing beats a Slush Puppie from the Nearly Everything Store. Served in small or large paper cups, Eagle’s signature summer beverage is just right.
At some point you have earned a ribbon for something you made or something you raised for the Eagle County Fair.
Even your pound puppy mutt can win Best of Show at Flight Days. The secret to success is costuming or a creative trick.
You have lost some personal belonging only to have it return to you in an unorthodox manner. Personally, I lost my house and car keys and had them returned to me from the organizers of the Christmas Adopt-A-Family program. Apparently they fell inside one of the gift bags I transported and someone recognized one of the key bobbles as something I would likely carry.
You have signed a petition or testified at a public hearing about a development proposal. We are a scrappy town when it comes to local land use decisions, and that’s the way we like it.
You know to bring a sturdy bag or basket to the Flight Days Parade. How else will you tote home your candy booty?
You have come to accept that the local sports team is the Devils, even though it would make more sense to have an eagle mascot. The school’s student body made that mascot choice more than 50 years ago and it was an important step to consolidate the former Eagle High School Eagles and the Eagle County High School Pirates. Besides, anyone who has spent any time around high school kids understands that there’s some poetic justice in calling them Devils.
At some point you have purchased spaghetti, prepared spaghetti, transported spaghetti and then paid to eat that same spaghetti. That’s how small town fund-raisers work.
You know that the start of the Christmas season happens with the Methodist women’s bazaar and the highlight of the event is eating their homemade chicken noodle soup. I don’t know what they put into those noodles, but it simply doesn’t get any better.
I could go on for pages, but I think you get the idea. I look forward to any suggestions. Like the latest Colorado posting that started as these musings noted, “Tis a privilege to live in Colorado.”
But living in Eagle is an extra privilege and we all know why.