A couple of weeks ago, the local sheriff told me I had to move my car. It hasn't been running for a couple of years and as I walk everywhere, I didn't take the time to get it fixed. In January of 2011, in a snow plowing event, they towed the car. I did have a twenty-four hour parking spot, and they usually called me to move it, but this time they didn't, and it got towed. $160.02 later, the car has moved to the local place where cars go to die. Our local junk yard.
Several acquaintances expressed dismay that I was carless. An older lady even went so far as to drop hints that she would be willing to sell me hers because she wanted a new one. To tell you the truth, I was relieved. No insurance, no maintenance, no scraping windows. I have two good feet, and am within a five minute walk to work. I have a bicycle for long distances and am getting stronger going up inclines. I still walk up the hills, as it is a onespeed, but that is okay with me.
Musings from a country kid, who became a city kid who moved back to raise a country kid who then left to be a city kid. Life in Rural America is real, and even though it has challenges there are certain values and benefits that are many times too overlooked. We can learn a lot from those who stick it out and help our small towns survive for our children and their children.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Spring is Coming...Really
I was lucky enough to go on a Caribbean cruise with my mom a couple of weeks ago. I came back and when I got through the terminal to the shuttles, I went outside and saw my breath. My breath, on May 1st.
After the angst, I remembered that Spring will be here. The forsythia is blooming even if the trees don't have leaves yet.
After the angst, I remembered that Spring will be here. The forsythia is blooming even if the trees don't have leaves yet.
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