Sunday Morning With The Toadheads
So I've found out where all the blond(e)s go in El Paso.
For the first three months of living here, I don't think I saw a single naturally blond-headed individual living in all of El Paso, other than myself. When my fiancee visited from Northern Virginia, we both had the impression that she increased the blond population by 100 percent.
I was wrong. About a month ago, I started going back to church, and lo and behold, there were all the blond-headed people, making up about a third of the congregation, or roughly an hundred fifty people. Apparently, they all live on the upper west side of El Paso and all go to the same church I do. There may be more of them elsewhere, but I haven't seen them, and judging by my travels throughout much of the rest of El Paso, I doubt it.
What's cool about it, though, is the kids. Like I said, maybe roughly a third of the congregation is blond, which translates to dozens of little toadheads* running around, singing primary songs, eating cheerios, and just generally being kids. And while all of the kids in the congregation (well, most of the kids, anyway) are adorable, I guess I have a special place in my heart for the toadheads, seeing as how I was one myself for so many years and will probably be producing some of my own.
* I guess either I or one of my siblings couldn't pronounce "towhead" when were towheads ourselves, and it came out "toadhead," and things tend to do when you're in a large family, the term stuck.
For the first three months of living here, I don't think I saw a single naturally blond-headed individual living in all of El Paso, other than myself. When my fiancee visited from Northern Virginia, we both had the impression that she increased the blond population by 100 percent.
I was wrong. About a month ago, I started going back to church, and lo and behold, there were all the blond-headed people, making up about a third of the congregation, or roughly an hundred fifty people. Apparently, they all live on the upper west side of El Paso and all go to the same church I do. There may be more of them elsewhere, but I haven't seen them, and judging by my travels throughout much of the rest of El Paso, I doubt it.
What's cool about it, though, is the kids. Like I said, maybe roughly a third of the congregation is blond, which translates to dozens of little toadheads* running around, singing primary songs, eating cheerios, and just generally being kids. And while all of the kids in the congregation (well, most of the kids, anyway) are adorable, I guess I have a special place in my heart for the toadheads, seeing as how I was one myself for so many years and will probably be producing some of my own.
* I guess either I or one of my siblings couldn't pronounce "towhead" when were towheads ourselves, and it came out "toadhead," and things tend to do when you're in a large family, the term stuck.
