Road to Los Corrales

MY LAST DAY as a working stiff, December 19, 1999, I came to the newsroom in Houston with Happy Faces of all sizes that I had cut from yellow poster paper the previous day. I tacked and taped them to my cubicle. Yes, a cubicle, I never had an office.

That evening about midnight — I worked the swing shift — almost all my coworkers had gone home. I stood up, waved to the few remaining folks, and walked out the door for good, having no clue what I’d be doing even a year later.

Twenty-plus years later, I’m hanging loose.

It was a lazy Saturday today, so the two of us took a ride into the countryside. We went to the tiny town of Los Corrales and turned around.

The road to Los Corrales.
Corn beyond an old stone wall.
The green fields of home. Somebody’s.

It’s been said repeatedly that our state resembles Hawaii during the green months. Never having been to Hawaii, I cannot vouch for that, but it’s darn nice here.

Half a century ago, when I was visiting my maternal grandmother in the summertime, after dinner at noon, my grandmother and I would take the Ford for a ride down the red-clay roads. Usually, we would stop half a mile away at her sister’s place — her name was Bubba, and she was rail thin and chain-smoked — so she could come along for the ride.

I was too young for a driver’s license, but nobody gave a hoot.

I often think of those Sunday drives through the fields and woods of southwest Georgia when my child bride and I do pretty much the same thing on weekends. The two-lane, rural roads here are not red clay, of course, just your garden-variety asphalt at best. I always wanted to live in the mountains.

In the video, which I made in the morning, the music you hear is coming from the neighbors out back. They are sharing sorts.

10 thoughts on “Road to Los Corrales

  1. Nice video, and the yard looks very good, and I think it has just the right amount of grass, but that is just one man’s opinion. I have never been to Hawaii either, but that looks like a nice countryside to take a drive through.

    I have never heard of a woman named Bubba before. You people from the South do have some different names for people and places.


    1. Kirk: Our Bubba was the only female Bubba I ever knew or even heard about. It was not her name, of course. It was a nickname. Wish I knew where it came from at the get-go.


  2. Beautiful scenery. Everything looks so green. I’ve never heard of a female named Bubba, but I have a female cousin that chews tobacco.


    1. Thirsty: Yep, it’s quite lovely around these parts, especially this time of year. As for Bubba, I’ve never heard of a female version either, just my great aunt. I’d like to know how she got that nickname, but there’s nobody still alive in my family to answer that question. I should have asked it decades ago.


  3. I have been to Hawaii twice. Both times it was night, I got off the airplane and went to the toilet. I have been to Hawaii twice and all I saw was toilet.


    1. Ricardo: They are nice shots because of the subject matter more than anything, plus my keen eye. As for the music, it was relatively low-key at that moment. Sometimes it’s just the opposite. Mexicans consider it a civic responsibility to play music not just for themselves but for the entire neighborhood and beyond if possible, if they have the amps to do it.


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