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Why Gilmore Girls’ Stars Hollow is and isn’t like Emporia

This post goes out to Cat Hummel, who asked me if living in a small town is anything like the Stars Hollow of “Gilmore Girls.” You know the one — where kooky characters roam the streets (see Sunday’s post). Where you can see your house from the local diner. Why yes they are alike, Cat! And at the same time, not so much.

1. Luke Danes isn’t around

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Oh, that backwards baseball cap and grumpy face! What I wouldn’t give to see him serve me pancakes. Unfortunately, I have yet to meet a Luke Danes, Jess Mariano or Dean Forester. It might be because they aren’t real. Sniff.

2. Our festivals aren’t so kooky

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Not that we shouldn’t have a Festival of Living Art (Casey Woods, you dig?), in which we all dress as painting figures and pose still for a full minute. Or historical re-enactors who stand all night in the snow to commemorate the night when soldiers waited all night for a battle that never happened.

We have:

  • The Dirty Kanza, a gravel-grinding 200-mile bike ride
  • The Glass Blown Open, a frisbee-golf tournament
  • The Great American Market, with street vendors spanning 10 blocks

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3. Everything is within walking distance

This is Stars Hollow, not Emporia.
This is Stars Hollow, not Emporia.

Rory and Lorelai can walk to Luke’s, Kim’s Antiques, Weston’s and the Red, White and Black.

I am in walking distance from Orange Leaf (just below my loft), RuYi’s Asian Food, Willard’s Donuts, Mulready’s Pub and Little Caesar’s.

I have gained so much weight, even though I can also walk to Genesis Fitness Center.

4. Places here also close way too early

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Feel like Sunday shopping? Forget it. Late-night coffee? Not after 8 p.m. If it’s not on a 60-year-old’s sleeping schedule, don’t bother. However, this forces creativity when spending extra free time.

5. Our buildings also go pretty far back — way, way back

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“Thomas Jefferson blew his nose all over this town.” — Lorelai Gilmore

The Emporia Gazette was built in the 1870s (I think), and many say it’s haunted. It’s still heated by boilers. My bank, Capitol Federal, has marble counters and a 50-foot ceiling. There was a time when people rode horses through town. One man ran into The Gazette with a pistol, threatening William Allen White unless he retracted an article and ended up in hand-to-hand scuffle. Talk about the Wild, Wild Midwest, eh?

6. Small news anywhere else is big news here

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“Well now I know what the front page of the Stars Hollow Gazette will be.” — Jess Mariano

I have covered swimming puppies, a flood sale, why that traffic light won’t stop blinking, everything down to your leaky faucet. Oh, and the chickens! Who knew the issue of chicken-raising-legality within city limits was such a divisive, hot-button topic. Because of this, a kind man visited the newsroom the other week to school me in chicken-raising. But I love these stories, and I guess our readers do, too.

7. But we’re keeping up with the outside

Emporia wants to grow. It’s like we want to be Lawrence’s younger brother. Every year we have more community events, more quirky stores and more love for our city. I, for one, am a big fan.

Six must-haves for your small-town-survival kit

I’ve been in Emporia for almost exactly five months. I now see myself staying here for at least a few years, but not without the help of a few trusted items in my metaphorical toolbox:

1. The Daily Route

Angie, barista/coffee shop owner, can tell you about my morning walk. On my way to the Police Department for the crime blotter, I chat and buy coffee at her coffee shop, Java Cat, then head out via my favorite adjoining vintage boutique, Studio 11. I’ve gotten to know many Emporia business owners, who know practically everyone and everything happening in town. By association, I have coffee with the entire city each morning.

Commercial Street in Emporia, Kansas
Commercial Street in Emporia, Kansas

2. Subscription to the local paper

What a shameless plug for community journalism! No, I don’t subscribe to a newspaper I work for that I read for free. But if I didn’t work here, I’d sure as heck subscribe. All the town happenings, the characters, the important issues are in those pages. It’s way better than CBS (no offense, Walter Cronkite).

517 Merchant Street, Emporia
517 Merchant Street, Emporia

3. Wine and accepting occasional solitude

In a new city, it takes time to build a social network (even the Mark Zuckerberg kind). Now, I have about four good friends plus drinking buddies. Until you get your girls-night-movie-marathon buddies, enjoy your own company. To do so, I uncork a pink Moscato, watch a favorite show, write and jam on solo acoustic guitar. Don’t be an alcoholic. Do develop your hobbies.

Here’s a very sweet video on solitude:

4. Two wheels are better than four

I call her “The Paddywagon.” She’s a 1975ish KHS bike, repaired by Revolve in Kansas City. With my bike, I can ride to The Gazette, the grocery store, the local pub, Java Cat … any place that matters. Any small townie can tell you the city looks best from a bicycle. We move at slower speeds.

Taken at Revolve in Kansas City
Taken at Revolve in Kansas City

5. Boots and spurs (kidding)

My only country roots are down in Texas, where I only travel to eat turkey every Thanksgiving. I’m from Johnson County, a more urban area near Kansas City. I absolutely do not pass judgement on a country lifestyle, or make fun of country music (out loud). There are three stores who sell cowboy boots – pretend to blend in.

Courtesy photo
Courtesy photo

6. Guitar strumming (or insert hobby here)

This one pairs well with #3, but it’s worth mentioning.

Remember when I said I drink Moscato and jam on my acoustic? It’s another Sunday afternoon thing. I always wanted to learn, and I finally have the time. An accordion is on the way. The best part about moving was extra time to get in touch with myself and my creativity.

Haven't named this one yet. Ideas?
Haven’t named this one yet. Ideas?

 

What items do you need to survive in your city?

Welcome to my town.

We unloaded the move-in truck four months ago, and I was left in a strange town. It was a Saturday, and on Monday I would have my first day as a real-life journalist at The Emporia Gazette, formerly owned by journalism legend William Allen White.

Emporia’s population is roughly 25,000. I don’t remember living anywhere smaller than Overland Park, which has 181,000 people and still felt small enough.

Since that day, I’ve learned how to survive in a small town. Daily lessons include

  • Making friends with the local barista (a vital contributor to my existence)
  • Learning to drive slowly enough to not accidentally kill all the pedestrians
  • Saying “hello” to people I don’t know on the streets
  • Accepting a drive through the Flint Hills, a hot bath and bottle of wine as a beautiful night in
  • Realizing how lucky I am to live in a city where I am within walking distance from Chinese, donuts, pizza, frozen yogurt, a liquor store and (after consuming the above) a  gym
  • Living in a real community that knows and (usually) cares for one another

So here we go — a how-to guide for surviving small-town life (and even loving it). Even if you’re young, single and urban-grown. Welcome.