They are selling Upstate!
Leaving upstate Sunday morning was always preferrable to leaving Monday. Not only could I skip church in general, but if we stayed we had to go to Conklingville. From the outside, The Community Church of Conklingville, is the most adorable little country Protestant church you'll ever want to see. White, with a steeple, and pots of daises in front of the entrance. It's very Little House on the Prarie esq. Let me tell you- I hated that church. The pews are perfect right angles, without padding on the back, it was torturous. Pastor Jones,was the corniest kind of pastor too, from his power-blue blazer and american flag tie, to his horribly clammy hands. A pastor should always check for clammy hands.
Right next the church is what used to be the country store, my favorite place upstate as a kid. My father was crestfallen when he discovered I was just about the wimpiest kid he'd ever seen. Every year that I refused to learn standard waterfront activities, water skiing, wakeboarding, knee boarding, his hopes and dreams for me died a little. However, around the age of 7, he discovered that I could be bribed. A slurpee from the general store, plus the added insurance of a second slurpee if a giant fish ripped me to shreds, was enough to make me quite adventurous. Who was I to reject such sugary goodness?
Right next the church is what used to be the country store, my favorite place upstate as a kid. My father was crestfallen when he discovered I was just about the wimpiest kid he'd ever seen. Every year that I refused to learn standard waterfront activities, water skiing, wakeboarding, knee boarding, his hopes and dreams for me died a little. However, around the age of 7, he discovered that I could be bribed. A slurpee from the general store, plus the added insurance of a second slurpee if a giant fish ripped me to shreds, was enough to make me quite adventurous. Who was I to reject such sugary goodness?
