Small Town notes:
The secret to living in a small town is knowing when to go!
The town that finds you will bind you!
It’s time to give up the drugs…When the drugs give up on you!
Immoral acts are a prelude to the immoral scars left on you!
You, yourself and someone that looks like you…
Either way your wear your town well.
the baggage, the backtalk, the smell.
New Hampshire has yet to step away from sedate behavior it has grown accustom to…Franklin is it’s skanky underbelly without under garments!
I ache, like the fallen tree before me.
These farming fields so…solemn, soulful and, slightly…alone.
Peace is here.
It is in the catching of our breath.
Flying on gusts for a thousand miles.
I could find the unity…
If, the terrain, and I, were all that is left.
It has been windy here.
Seems…for a whole life.
Perhaps, that is what feeds a New England appetite.
The clover is invincible…
The green gold grass…waist high.
Stocks of infant corn stand in allegiance…out of the corner of my eye.
And, that is all I need to know today.
That is all I need to know.
I have literally spent the last two weeks searching for two things:
A mouse pad! That’s right…a simple, useful, device for the desk!
Pink Canada Mints for when I get parched!
Not too far down the road from this the smallest, big city in New Hampshire is, Revere, Massachusetts. A lovely high crime city. It is mostly known as a burial ground for the Southies of Boston.
Side note: I once spent a night in a mortuary…in a coffin…in Revere. But that is another story for another time.
Long story short, the Necco company thought it would be cheaper to just close down…instead of removing the ‘scat’ and rodents…discovered within the machines.
So now WE have no more candy hearts, Necco Wafers, Mary Janes and Pink Canada Mints.
How hard is it for some sugar company to pick up the ball and run…with this one?
The loosing of the Malted Milk Balls did not phase me that much. Though, I do enjoy chocolate Necco Wafers.
Because of my internal hysteria…I have up’d my meds. So much so that I delusional-ly envisioned my desk with: