
Pic taken from the 96h floor of the Hancock Bldg in the Signature Lounge
I first was introduced to an ‘L’ when I saw THE FUGITIVE in theaters in the early 90s. I loved that movie and I remember distinctly hearing this awful sound in the film when they were trying to figure out what city Dr. Richard Kimble was in. When they heard the sound they said something to the effect…”hey, that sounds like an ‘L’ “. Of course the good doctor was in Chicago and the rest is history. Except not so fast for me. I had no clue what a ‘L’ was.
You have to realize, I’m born and raised in Texas. So a ‘L’ to me is probably like grits to someone born and raised in Chicago. Either way…I still didn’t know for sure what the ‘L’ meant. Or were they actually saying ‘El’ – as in elevated? Was the ‘L’ some sorta of look of a train or something…but then I thought…well how would a ‘L’ shape train actually work or a rail? For the longest time, I did nothing to figure out this mystery. I just let my head explode with confusion every time I thought about it for awhile. Then just one day, I did what every person who wants to diligently research a topic would do….I went to wikipedia. Sure enough it refers to an elevated train system. And of course wikipedia has to be absolutely 100% correct right? Honestly, no need to answer that. In fact, this nugget of information isn’t really what I’m writing about anyway.
Now I am writing about an ‘L’ train though, and the reason I’m writing about it today is simply because I heard one for the very first time with my own ears. It was awesome. It was nothing like what I heard from the movie. I loved it. Now of course when I told the Chicago guys that I thought that sound was awesome….one of the natives said something to the effect….”yeah…we’ll you don’t live here”. Fair enough I thought.
Now that leads me to the other half of my title….Texas. What sound do we have that other people don’t get to experience and know they are in Texas? Or not even a sound necessarily…..just an experience that people from outside the state don’t get in their home state….but when they come here they know they are in Texas. Much in the same way I knew I was in Chicago. When the wind is blowing in the right direction, you got the good ol’ fresh air of refinery smells in certain parts of Texas….my hometown of Beaumont to be precise. But I would dismiss this one on the grounds of I’m not looking for something that might cause them to gag. That’s an experience that can happen…but not the one I’m looking for.
Then I thought of maybe the sounds of herding cattle or something. For those in the DFW area – y’all remember the Incredible Universe store (where the Fry’s is now in Garland)? Every hour or so…they would play on loudspeakers the sound of cattle stampeding or something to that effect. I thought that was real cheesy and kinda belittled the experience of the actually sound – either way, not what I was looking for. Then after going through a whole bunch of ideas in my head…..it hit me. And I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t thought of it sooner. The sounds and atmosphere of a high school football game! Not just any high school football game, but a Texas high school football game.
Now that’s an experience you don’t get anywhere else…sorry Florida. You may be the British Open of high school football, but we’re The Masters, the crown jewel of the sport. Looking in the way back machine, I remember when I was in high school going to see West Brook – my wife was in the band and I was in the stands – and Beaumont Cental play. There was about 10,000 or so people at the Lamar Cardinal Stadium. The crowd was pumped, the players were pumped, the announcers were pumped, everybody and their mother attended this cross town rival game. Afterall, whoever won this game won the National Championship……okay maybe not that….but they won state right?…..well not that either. Well….whoever won this game went on to the playoffs for the chance at the state title. Ok…I can’t lie anymore. Both teams were mediocre. We both had records of 3-6 or something like that….both teams were in fact pretty bad. But it was a frenzy. Extra police for the parking and for the potential chaos and mayhem that may develop. And of course, you can’t have a true Texas high school football game without an oil refinery next door – compliment Mobil Oil (now Exxon/Mobil). Luckily the stadium wasn’t down wind that night.
Despite the bad record, despite the potential for chaos and mayhem, and despite the fact this game meant nothing for playoff hopes….people lived and breathed for this game. And these same stories can be heard throughout this great big state, not just in Beaumont. You take in everything. From the girl who sings the national anthem off key – but her mom or dad happens to know somebody who knows somebody who is in charge of getting somebody to sing the national anthem – to the spilled coke, popcorn, cotton candy, etc. that will make that sudden dive at you when you walk under the stands….it was awesome. It’s something that each and every one of us who went to Texas high schools will always remember and cherish.
I can imagine people who were born and raised in Chicago, probably think of the ‘L’ in the same manner. Maybe it’s not something they appreciate or even like at the time, but when it’s gone, it’s something they remember and wrap themselves around it relishing the fact it is a part of who they are and where they came from.
So….between the two experiences….it’s a wash. Ok…Chicago people can stop reading now. Texas people (myself included)…we all know the real answer…I just thought I should be polite.
phil
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