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It's finally official, and long past due

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By Tommie Kendall

After working at the Local for three and a half years, I've finally made the plunge into becoming a member of Henry County. It's official - I now reside in Pleasureville - and it's long overdue.

First off, let me take you back to my college days to let you know how much I wanted to live in Pleasureville - even before I was filling these pages with stories and pictures weekly.

My first class at Cumberland College, back in August of 2000, went a little something like this...

English Composition I professor: Hello class, I'm Dr. Frazier. Since most of you are freshmen, we're going to start today by introducing ourselves to the rest of the class, and telling each other where we're from. Okay, we'll start with the skinny kid wearing the glasses and basketball jersey in the front row.

Me: I'm Tommie Kendall, and I'm from Pleasureville.

Classmates: (Laughter.)

Professor: Okay class, calm down, he's not really from Pleasureville.

Me: No really, I'm from Pleasureville. It's really a city.

Classmate: (Following more laughter.) Isn't that a movie?

Me: No, that's Pleasantville. I'm from Pleaaaaasureville.

Classmates: (A third wave of laughter.)

Okay, I'll have to admit, I didn't really live in Pleasureville, but I wasn't completely lying either. Let me explain.

Cropper, where I really lived at the time, didn't have a post office, so I had a Pleasureville address instead. And since Pleasureville sounded a whole lot better than Cropper, and always got a few giggles, I decided to tell people I lived there instead.

Now, more than seven years after I first drew laughter from announcing I'm from Pleasureville, I can say I'm a Pleasurevillian without a guilty conscience. I knew I would end up in Pleasureville, it was just a matter of time.

Coming from the "big" city of Shelbyville, it may take some time to to adjust to my new town. But it's definitely an adjustment I'm willing to make. After a few weeks, I'm already more than pleased with the move.

There are a few things I'm still trying to get used to. First off, what the heck is up with the trash pickup early Tuesday mornings. I swear I thought I was getting abducted by aliens the first time I heard it. Either I was dreaming, I frantically thought, or I was in some kind of Stephen King novel.

To be honest, I was scared out of my mind.

While at Cumberland, my apartment was right next to train tracks, but that didn't have anything on this. Unlike the train, I don't think I can ever get used to the trash pickup.

What are they picking up the trash with anyways? A bulldozer? I guess that's better than a spaceship though.

And for the cop who slowed down last week to do a double take while I was running after 10 p.m., I wasn't stealing anything - honest. I know it was dark out and I was wearing all black, but that doesn't make me a criminal.

I've never been pulled over while running, but I thought that streak was going to be broken last week.

On a serious note, Pleasureville is a great town to live in - that I've already figured out - and I'm excited to call it my home. Even though it isn't Pleasantville, like some might think, the people here truly are pleasant.

Heck, my wife Sandra left her lights on in her car last week and our neighbor came over to let us know. That would have never happened anywhere else.

Now, I can proudly and truthfully say: I'm Tommie Kendall, and I'm from Pleasureville.

Tommie Kendall can be reached at sports@hclocal.com.