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Johnson City

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Where Everybody Knows Your Name

 

"If losing really does build character, then this town has sure developed a lot of character!"

- Jan Garrett (My Mom)

 

The town of Johnson City is just big enough in population to actually be considered a town. And although I might not know everyone's name, in JC there's only about three degrees of separation between me and everyone else that lives there. To give the reader a sense of the size of the town, the entire JC school district is on the same piece of property, meaning the elementary, middle, and high schools all share the same piece of real estate. This had since changed with the building of a new high school, but the schools were arranged that way in my days there.

 

The town is situated right where the highways of 281 and 290 meet, making it somewhat of a tourist town already. Sometimes called the "Gateway to the Hill Country", Johnson City has many tourist attractions surrounding LBJ and his place of growing up. Square in the middle of the town is Johnson's "boyhood home", still preserved in its place in time. JC also has Blanco County's courthouse, which during the wintertime is decorated with over a hundred thousand Christmas lights, giving way to the winter festivities of Lights Spectacular. Although Johnson City is less than a hour from Austin, there is still a sense of perservation at work, a collective goal of keeping the town "how it should be". Being that we are talking about electracy, I had to note a piece of art by an artist who lives outside of town in seclusion.

 

 

 

The town also has a whopping two traffic lights, and even more astonishing is the fact that the second stoplight was built after I graduated. Everyone who was anyone (all 2,000 of 'em) would come out on Friday nights to the football field, one of the more distinguished places of JC, and root for the home team. Our football team was never short of terrible, which is why my mom will forever say that our town has developed a lot of character.

 

LBJ High School is also a reflection of the town, and I don't mean the size. I literally knew every teacher in the high school by name, and they in return were aware of everything that every student did. It was one big rumor clusterf**k, which was only slightly amusing when your name wasn't being tossed around. Although everyone knowing everyone had its downside, I also was blessed enough to be able to do whatevery it was that I desired to do in high school, being that sometimes there was not enough personnel to fill various groups.

 

My Legacy =)

 

My Senior year in high school was a very busy and rewarding experience. I played snare drum in the band, President of the school's Student Council, lead role in One-Act Play competition, Valedictorian, played football, basketball, baseball, and ran track. (wheh!) All of these endeavors created a very busy schedule, but hey, there was nothing else to do with my time. In this way, I appreciate all the creative enrichment that shaped me into the filmmaker/thespian I am today.

 

The town will probably be the exact same when I return some thirty years down the road, by in another way it will be totally different than the town that helped raise me. Now I realize it is a cliche, but it does take a village to raise a child. In my case, it was a very tiny village, but an unforgettable one at that.

 

 

If you're ever in Johnson City, TX, just say you know Ben Garrett and my people will take care of you. After all, I'm sort of a minor celebrity!

 

The Beautiful Pedernales River

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