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The Beverly Hillbillies (which seem to be a constant in my life) come on at 12:30 in syndication each weekday on our local NBC affiliate. Sometimes I come home for lunch around that time, and as I like to watch the Days Of My Life, I usually catch the tail-end of the Hillbillies, too. The other day, they were showing the very first episode, about the origination of the Texas Tea.
I've heard that the area in Tennessee that the Clampetts' hometown was based on is a little community about 45 minutes out of Johnson City, near Greeneville. This would not suprise me. (The area around Mosheim and Bulls Gap, for you locals.) It's pretty...rural, and there are more than likely still moonshiners around and about, even today. Geez, there are still moonshiners out and about around my hometown at any given moment. And you wonder why I want to go back..
I will neither confirm or deny that my own family members have engaged in this particular line of work. (Yes, I have tried moonshine. Imagine drinking liquid fire, and there ya go.)
Anyway, the point of this entry is, Jed discovers all this oil in the mountains around his house, and gets $40 million for it. Then of course, they load up the truck and move to Beverlee. My family owned about 65 acres of very similar land (and our cabin was even MUCH nicer.) How come we never found any oil? I tell ya, I'd love to find $40 million dollars worth of oil right about now, with prices bordering on insanity. With inflation, there's no telling how much it would be worth.
There was, however, a good deal of marijuana grown in my old neck of the woods. Because it was so mountainous and woodsy, they could hide it pretty easily and grow it right out in the forest without much fear of discovery. I remember a few years ago, there was a huge bust, and the feds actually burnt it. Hundreds of pounds of marijuana, burnt. That was brilliant. I'd imagine stoners everywhere were out sniffing the air recreationally around my old house.
Back to the Clampetts, I saw my former neighbors the other night in Walmart. (I'm very thankful that they did not see ME.) Go figure. I'd have pegged them to shop at Dillards. No, I kid, I kid.
I have new neighbors where Ghetto Fabulous used to live. I've given him a nickname, too (of course), but it's a mean one. Well, like Ghetto Fabulous and the Clampetts were nice. But he's got a too-long, too-straight leg, and when he walks, he has to swing it out to the side. So, I have deemed him Hop-Along. I almost hold my breath when I see the guy walking his dog, because I expect to just see him teeter over at any minute, then lie there on his back like a turtle, unable to right himself. Then of course we have Dieter on the other side of me where the Clampetts used to live. He's fine except for his Dance Parties. He does enjoy the techno music. I've yet to come up with a good name for the people next door who have Dolly the Pink Poodle. Any ideas? I do refer to his wife as the Southern Belle. She's from Jaaaaw-juh (I'd guess maybe Savannah?) and I do declare, she just has the breathiest, drawliest Scarlett O'Hara accent I ever have heard. Sweet lady, but her name is Faye, and she says it with at least thirteen syllables.
I don't know why I'm posting this. Boredom? Desire for my own windfall of Texas Tea? I dunno. I just thought I would.
I've heard that the area in Tennessee that the Clampetts' hometown was based on is a little community about 45 minutes out of Johnson City, near Greeneville. This would not suprise me. (The area around Mosheim and Bulls Gap, for you locals.) It's pretty...rural, and there are more than likely still moonshiners around and about, even today. Geez, there are still moonshiners out and about around my hometown at any given moment. And you wonder why I want to go back..
I will neither confirm or deny that my own family members have engaged in this particular line of work. (Yes, I have tried moonshine. Imagine drinking liquid fire, and there ya go.)
Anyway, the point of this entry is, Jed discovers all this oil in the mountains around his house, and gets $40 million for it. Then of course, they load up the truck and move to Beverlee. My family owned about 65 acres of very similar land (and our cabin was even MUCH nicer.) How come we never found any oil? I tell ya, I'd love to find $40 million dollars worth of oil right about now, with prices bordering on insanity. With inflation, there's no telling how much it would be worth.
There was, however, a good deal of marijuana grown in my old neck of the woods. Because it was so mountainous and woodsy, they could hide it pretty easily and grow it right out in the forest without much fear of discovery. I remember a few years ago, there was a huge bust, and the feds actually burnt it. Hundreds of pounds of marijuana, burnt. That was brilliant. I'd imagine stoners everywhere were out sniffing the air recreationally around my old house.
Back to the Clampetts, I saw my former neighbors the other night in Walmart. (I'm very thankful that they did not see ME.) Go figure. I'd have pegged them to shop at Dillards. No, I kid, I kid.
I have new neighbors where Ghetto Fabulous used to live. I've given him a nickname, too (of course), but it's a mean one. Well, like Ghetto Fabulous and the Clampetts were nice. But he's got a too-long, too-straight leg, and when he walks, he has to swing it out to the side. So, I have deemed him Hop-Along. I almost hold my breath when I see the guy walking his dog, because I expect to just see him teeter over at any minute, then lie there on his back like a turtle, unable to right himself. Then of course we have Dieter on the other side of me where the Clampetts used to live. He's fine except for his Dance Parties. He does enjoy the techno music. I've yet to come up with a good name for the people next door who have Dolly the Pink Poodle. Any ideas? I do refer to his wife as the Southern Belle. She's from Jaaaaw-juh (I'd guess maybe Savannah?) and I do declare, she just has the breathiest, drawliest Scarlett O'Hara accent I ever have heard. Sweet lady, but her name is Faye, and she says it with at least thirteen syllables.
I don't know why I'm posting this. Boredom? Desire for my own windfall of Texas Tea? I dunno. I just thought I would.
