Sunday Morning in The NorthEast: it is worth the 6k I pay in taxes per year to experience it (and that is but a mere pittance compared to what you pay in most towns up here). It takes living in cacophony in order to appreciate the quietude when you hear it, of birdsong, dogs padding, and the brook behind my house, that I never realized babbled before. Not sure why these people (my people) feel the intense need to move so fast or to be so loud in every way, but I will take Sunday mornings in NJ, and either get used to the rest, or (as Tom Sawyer said) Light out for the Territory Ahead, cause Aunt Becky wants to tame me, and Ive done been there before, and I dont like it.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 11:39:39 +0000