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stella41b -> RE: Country Life vs. City Life (2/22/2008 9:03:19 PM)
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ORIGINAL: MrRodgers
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ORIGINAL: Mercnbeth
country life was harsh. stunning in beauty, but harsh.
a rifle, loaded, behind the front door---because the friendly deputy informed us that we needed to be able to take care of whatever predator came our way, human or otherwise, becuase the authorirites wouldn't be able to get out to us fast enough.
there were always chores to be done, always.
there was always something laying about dead in some state of decomposition.
adobe mud stains, forever.
bear and mountain lion stalking the livestock and the wee ones.
city folk dropping their bags of trash, old appliances and unwanted pets at your gate.
30 in the winter, 120 in the summer.
poison oak sending your friends from town to the hospital.
the small-minded, ultra-conservative, fundamentalist Christian inhabitants that neighbor your acreage sometimes riding over on their horses, drunk as hell, threatening to shoot you.
the local social club is full of shit-kicking, tobacco chewing, wrangler-wearing, simple folk determined never to expand their minds beyond their own gate.
just a few thoughts about country living, from one who did 20 years of it, and hopes only to visit it, if at all, in the future.
I agree but I could turn all of these around the other way just as easily.
City life is harsh, some beauty but mostly ugly and harsh.
A shotgun, 2 pistols behind the front and back doors with plenty of rounds to feed them because we never see any police get out of their car and the neighborhood advises us on self-defense.
There is always chores to be done. Fixing broken windows, re-attaching the bars over them on both second and 3rd floor now.
Always some person wounded, dead...lying around in some stage of decomposition.
Mud and filthy slush stains forever.
Gangs often hyped on cocaine, stalking the adults and the wee ones.
Country folk always dropping their trash, old appliances and roadkill at our curb.
30 or lower in the winter and 100 or more in the summer...in the filthy, smoky, dungy city.
Stray bullets always sending your friends and neighbors to the hospital.
Small minded, ultra-violent, car-jacking joy riders always driving by hyped on drugs...ready to shoot anybody.
Local social clubs full of drug dealers and people-kicking, drug hyped gang members or wannabe's. Just simple-minded folk determined to never expand their minds beyond the next hi, the next kill or the next women to gang bang.
Just a few thoughts about city living from an old motorhead born and raised in Detroit. Sorry sambamanslilgirl but for me, Detroit is simply one of the greatest cities now...to be from.
Wow that's some city there. I live in London, a city considered more dangerous than New York, and you've got districts you have to be more careful in, like Hackney, Peckham, Kings Cross, but what you're describing by comparison makes London seem like a small rural market town.
And this is Detroit? Your description even makes Glasgow look tame, and that's really saying something.
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