Drunk Squirrel wrote:
You’d be surprised how many people knock on your door in the country sini.
yeah in fairness to myself here i really have practically zero rural experience outside of one weekend in galesburg (and i don't think that counts) and, of course,
this song right here. maybe there's a sense of community out there that my sub/urban ass can't detect cuz i'm used to the white picket fenced in indifference-to-disdain of the suburbia experience**, so i just assumed that kind of thing expanded outward away from the urban areas (where say what disparaging things you want about "chiraq" or whatnot, but at least there's a sense of community there)
** = one of my more poignant moments was during a time when i was a bit residentially-transcendental and staying at PADS shelters at churches at the awesome wednesday night arlington heights/rd church they had given out free duffle bags which everyone grabbed up, but one old wily card playing ex-military man was like "you realize if you take those bags it basically identifies you as homeless, right?" -- sure enough, i was lugging one around and as i was walking through a k-mart/wal-mart/etc parking lot i see some dad walking with his little girl and he stares me down and clutches his little girl close as i walked by.
i made sure to grab a sharpie and put my name on one of the bags after that =D
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Curious Hair wrote:
Les Grobstein's huge hog is proof that God has a sense of humor, isn't it?