Karen and I just returned from a big night out in the local Coshocton culture with our friends, Tim & Michele, who serve with us at MMS. It turned out to be something of a progressive dinner though it wasn't planned that way. As each culture around the world has its own sights, smells, and flavors, we chose to leave the safety of our homes to mingle with the natives; take in those sights, smells, and flavors unique to Coshocton; and view a first-run film at the two screen theater where it's $2 for matinee and $4 for evening shows.
We started the evening at Coshocton's one Mexican restaurant, Yucatan, (two blocks from our house) on Walnut where we enjoyed world class (testified to by many visiting missionaries) Mexican food. I had the #30. Karen had the #10. From there we went to Wayne's which is a well-known family run ice cream/soft serve stand on the corner of Chestnut and 15th. It's a single story cinderblock building that used to be barn red, but now it's painted blue. You can't miss it on the corner across from the BP mini-mart and Papa John's Pizza.
After enjoying a blueberry twist soft cone we headed over to Tim Horton's on Chestnut and 2nd for drive-thru coffees and made our way down 2nd past Kentucky Fried Chicken, Wendys, Hardees, Arbeys, Auto Zone and pulled into a marketplace the locals call "Downtowner Plaza." As we arrived fifteen minutes before the film was scheduled to start, we sat quietly in the car, rolled down the windows and watched the natives arrive and gather into groups before they entered the theater. As the evening seemed calm, we left our locked car and bought our tickets too. We joined about thirty-five Coshoctonians in Theater One to watch Kung Fu Panda.
We enjoyed the movie. It had laugh-out-loud fun, was totally clean, had some really great lines, and of course a happy ending. If there were serious overtones of a political or societal nature hidden within subplots...I missed them because I was laughing so hard.
As we departed the theater the wind was blowing the paper mill's aroma away from town and the brown haze from the coal-fired power plant was flowing a bit to the east of our little river valley. A great night to be sure.
3 comments:
OH...the life we live here in Pothole, Ohio....
In the Atlanta area you would be $18 poorer after attending that movie. Next time we come to Pothole, OH, we want to see the latest el-cheap-o movie.
El-cheapo movies you want? El-cheapo movies you'll get! Yes, the only thing we raise more of than corn around here is potholes. El-cheapo movies, good. Bushels of potholes, bad.
Actually, the local government works very hard to keep up with the potholes. They do a good job. There's even an online Pothole Hotline to help locate all the little critters.
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