If you’ve ever lived in Lubbock or even visited for a few days, you know that the wind here isn’t just a weather condition. It’s more like a way of life. It sneaks into every single conversation, ruins your $300 hairdo, and, honestly, at this point, probably deserves its own listing on the map of our city.
Some towns have mountains. Some towns have rivers. We have a breeze that will steal your new lawn chair before you ever have a chance to sit down. It’s naughty, unpredictable, and deserves its own zip code.
Lubbock Wind is A Personality Test
You can learn a lot about a person by how they respond to the wind. Lubbock natives will barely flinch. Outsiders act like they’ve been ambushed by someone with a leaf blower. Chill out, man. It’s just a little wind…
Everyday Life With Pesky Wind
There’s always dust in your teeth and hair in your lip gloss the moment you walk out the door. You may even come home from work to a yard covered in tumbleweeds. Trampolines becoming airborne should be something we all take bets on before the big storms.
Our Wind is Our Culture
Think about it; musicians write songs about the wind. Sports teams plan around how bad it will be. Everyone in town bonds over phrases like, “Don’t even bother with an umbrella, you’ll just lose it,” and, “You didn’t look great in that hat anyway.”
Why The Lubbock Wind Truly Deserves a Zip Code
Listen, man. If the wind has its own zip code, mail could potentially be delivered straight into the breeze. It would find you later whether a bill or the check you’ve been waiting on. Lost hats, homework, receipts, and dollar bills that got away from you could finally be “returned to sender.”
The Truth About The Wind
The truth is, the wind roaring through Lubbock is as much a main character as Buddy Holly himself or the Masked Rider. Love it, hate it, you won’t escape it. I mean…maybe it doesn’t deserve a zip code at all, because, well, it already has its own identity. It’s ours! For better or for worse, and it’s keeping us all grounded, when it isn’t busy knocking us clean off our feet…