It just seems that we here are really lucky and blessed.
I complain about my little house but love my neighbors (which of course makes the neighborhood) and my 'big' yard. Which is smallish but a darn sight better than 30 x 100! (inner ring suburb size). I can no longer smell my neighbors farts
I'm out far enough to have wild turkeys fox coyotes big woodpeckers hawks etc. And the white tailed rats
One of the reasons my neighbors suit me is they all come from the old neighborhoods, 'real' people.
I still love the city, and I used to love driving through the old steel mills (can't anymore

). Reminds me of 'fool for the city'.
And winter, I could do without the grey 99% of the time but the beautiful blue mornings are another matter. I don't think I'd be happy in warmer climes.
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Originally Posted by merrylander
but Congress could convince me otherwise.
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They're sure got me thinking about it!
Pete