My hometown is somewhat historical, diverse, and very small. Far away from the big city lights and glamour, it’s considered to be the middle of nowhere. The endless beauty and sheer elegance has long been neglected, and screams for attention. The place I come from is like a sad garden in need of tending.
Located in West Tennessee, amidst a clutter of other small towns, lies a miniscule of land known as Selmer. It’s a keenly place located an hour or two South of Jackson and East of Memphis Tennessee. Two major highways intersect this town, U.S Route 64 and U.S Route 45.
As with any town it has its good parts and bad parts. Back in the 1970’s and 1980’s, when development really took full swing, there was lot of “welfare” dumping and industry building. The areas were full of undeveloped cheap land, so Selmer built an industrial park. This industrial park consisted of six factories. Unfortunately the six factories didn’t last long.
Industrial Drive is now littered with empty beer bottles and garbage littered by people, and stray unhealthy skinny animals. The streetlights are now dim and flickering, if they work at all. All of the buildings are decorated with graffiti, and moldy boards are nailed to the windows and doors. The parking lots that were once neatly lined and paved are now infested with weeds and barriers. The landscaping has grown out of control and looks like a snake infested jungle.
Downtown is a cluster of small rundown buildings, a shabby shopping center, and a broke down theater. These musty smelling buildings consist of small gift shops, a used bookstore, and an overpriced clothing store. The outside walls of these buildings, cracked with time, have business signs that are hand painted by amateurs. A narrow, cracked, bumpy sidewalk is lined in front of the buildings. Beside the railroad track that runs through the middle of downtown is a tattered old car lot that still struggles to stay in business.
The schools and school district are...
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