Living in an Amity Community

I was a military brat which required me and my family to move around the states often. It wasn’t until I was in fourth grade that my father decided to keep us in one place while he would commute by flying home on the weekends. He was often taking leave overseas so sometimes he’d be gone months at a time not including the standard year tours to Iraq and Afghanistan. 

     The town he moved us to was called Logandale, located just north of Las Vegas. Everyone knew everybody and if you had the last name of Waite, Leavitt or Hardy, you were destined to stay and raise your family with the option of becoming a school faculty member/ football coach, Metro Police officer, or if you're really special, a member of the Chamber of Commerce. 

    In reference to the movie Jaws (1975), I think I saw this town in Officer Brody’s perspective. I was an outsider but not quite as much as Hooper. Even though I had different beliefs from the majority of the overly mormon populated town I still took part in the community. I wouldn’t call my family religious. My mother inherited the title of mormon in a genealogical sense. We just weren’t that great at it. Which had an affect in our placement with the community. 

    Once every year, Logandale has a chance to put itself on the map by holding the annual Clark County Fair & Rodeo. This fair brings people from all around the state of Nevada and Southern Utah, joined by many Rodeo lovers. It’s a big resource of the county’s revenue so it’s taken extremely seriously. 

    

I was a military brat which required me and my family to move around the states often. It wasn’t until I was in fourth grade that my father decided to keep us in one place while he would commute by flying home on the weekends. He was often taking leave overseas so sometimes he’d be gone months at a time not including the standard year tours to Iraq and Afghanistan. 

     The town he moved us to was called Logandale, located just north of Las Vegas. Everyone knew everybody and if you had the last name of Waite, Leavitt or Hardy, you were destined to stay and raise your family with the option of becoming a school faculty member/ football coach, Metro Police officer, or if you're really special, a member of the Chamber of Commerce. 

    In reference to the movie Jaws (1975), I think I saw this town in Officer Brody’s perspective. I was an outsider but not quite as much as Hooper. Even though I had different beliefs from the majority of the overly mormon populated town I still took part in the community. I wouldn’t call my family religious. My mother inherited the title of mormon in a genealogical sense. We just weren’t that great at it. Which had an affect in our placement with the community. 

    Once every year, Logandale has a chance to put itself on the map by holding the annual Clark County Fair & Rodeo. This fair brings people from all around the state of Nevada and Southern Utah, joined by many Rodeo lovers. It’s a big resource of the county’s revenue so it’s taken extremely seriously. 

Obviously there isn’t a chance a killer shark could attack a desert town. But if there was some sort of massive killer rattle snake lurking through the Red Rocks near the one and only entrance to the town, then that could be a similar plot. 

    I imagine if the Chamber of Commerce had been informed they would go about it in a similar fashion. They would hold a town meeting looking for volunteers and immediately all 6 of the Houston boy’s (Waite descendants) would pounce on the trophy opportunity. They would load up the bronco with all their post apocalyptic hunting gear and head towards the Red Rock caves. 

    I think at this point it’s safe to say they’re all obviously going to die. Especially Tyken. Because Tyken would get cocky and think he could kill the snake in a much cooler way already imagined himself as the star and front cover of the Moapa Valley Progress paper. 

    The Chamber of Commerce would so easily play this off as a mountain lyon incident gone bad and blame it on Tyken’s terrible approach, and the town will believe it, because it’s Tyken. But unfortunately much like the mayor in the movie, I don’t see the members of the board canceling the fair for a snake attack until it affects them personally. 

    

Molly Markestein