[blind-democracy] Re: A strange thing happened today.

  • From: "Roger Loran Bailey" <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> (Redacted sender "rogerbailey81" for DMARC)
  • To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2015 20:28:30 -0500

It's been some time since I went to a bar now. But as for the rest of it, I bum rides.

On 12/30/2015 9:34 AM, Miriam Vieni wrote:

So it sounds like it would really be difficult to get around if you can't
drive. Is there any public transportation? How do you get to stores and
doctors and that bar you like to frequent on Saturday nights?

Miriam

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Most of the farms around here are moribund. I am on the side of a mountain
and just on the other side of it there was a fairly active farm, but the
owner then got too old to farm and then died, so it is mostly returning to
forest or brush. The mountain itself is forested and the forest begins just
a few yards above my house, but it is bisected by a gas well road. There is
a gas well up on the side of the mountain, but it is long since depleted and
is used as a storage well right now.
Continuing from the gas well the dirt road continues to the top of the
mountain where it used to be mainly an access road to a cemetery at the top,
but a gas line does run along the ridge and now there is a cell phone tower
up there. In front of me is a highway below my house and below that is a
river. Across the river the bottom land is used as a hayfield. When spring
comes I hear hay being harvested over there about three times a year the
last harvest is in the fall. On the other side of that hayfield is a road
with numerous houses along it and behind those houses is another forested
mountain. On the other side of that mountain the population increases
tremendously. It is an unincorporated area called Cross Lanes, but the
population density is great enough that it could easily be a city. That
increase in population and associated business started when the greyhound
race track and casino was built.
Cross Lanes really boomed with the addition of that casino including
numerous hotels, strip malls, and more than one shopping center. Some of
that boom has spilled over onto my road with a lot of houses being built,
but it is still officially rural. That is, my road is not even officially
included in Cross Lanes. There is another mountain to the east of me that is
also forested, but I think that just on the other side of that mountain
there are some active farms. After having lived in a number of places I am
now back in my childhood home which is a good deal more livable than it was
in my childhood. It even has running water now. This is the house that was
next door to my paternal grandparents'
house with afield in between. My grandparents' house is now gone and there
are some other houses and trailers where it used to be and in the area, but
this is where my grandfather used to keep hogs and my grandmother used to
keep chickens. Before I was born it was a much more active farm, but times
change.

On 12/29/2015 10:30 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Roger,

Your story makes me curious about the area where you live. I thought
that you lived in a town. But you mention woods and a pig. So are
there also farms where you live?

Miriam

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Subject: [blind-democracy] A strange thing happened today.

A strange thing happened today. A pig, yes, I mean the kind that says
oink - walked out of the woods and started playing with the neighbor's
dogs. They started calling around trying to find who lost a pig, but
no one admitted to owning a pig and no one knew anyone who did own a pig.
Finally the pig wandered off into the woods again as the dogs barked
their goodbyes. If the dogs had not been chained I think they would have
followed.
Those dogs just loved the pig. It was both dog friendly and people
friendly, but no one can find out where it came from.






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