I love my town

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What passes for news in my little corner of the world might seem silly to some….

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But I like to think of our Facebook page as the New York Times of happy living.

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You’ll be glad to know this crisis was averted.

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I’m not sure if this a thing in your area, but in Maine late spring means it’s time to thin and divide the perennials. Some people sell them in their front lawn, but more often than not the bounty is simply shared.

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Go home Freyr. I don’t care how tasty the tuna is down the road.

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That’s one fluffy little cock.

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Damn. No one ever drops roosters off at our house.

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11 thoughts on “I love my town”

  1. People used to abandon chickens and roosters at Knott’s Berry Farm because they were allowed to roam freely in the gass/gravel parking and 2nd park (which was a garden-type park). That ended long ago but I still have find memories!!

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  2. There’s a big about personal ads and newspaper notices called Strange Red Cow. The title comes from the fact that one of the earliest notices in a newspaper in what was then the American colonies is by a guy complaining that a “strange red cow” wandered onto his property and he wanted the owner to come and get it.
    It’s nice to know some things don’t change, even if it’s now mostly fat cats and roosters.

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  3. God forbid that some lowlife in your town puts out a notice that Rivergirl adores red squirrels and doesn’t see enough of them. Just sayin’ — in case you’ve made any enemies lately.

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