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Redneck Stonehedge
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Whaaaaa....whaaaa....I built my 5000 ft^2 mcmansion and your farm makes it smell like poop! I want elk and gray wolves teaming in the fields as Bambi wistfully frolics around talking with my cherubic little ones...waaaaaaa! |
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Forget Redneck Stonehenge.
Let's talk about 18" Stonehenge.... In ancient times... Hundreds of years before the dawn of history Lived a strange race of people: the Druids No one knows who they were or what they were doing But their legacy remains Hewn into the living rock....of Stonehenge http://thecia.com.au/reviews/t/image...inal-tap-1.jpg http://www.schemaweb.info/blogs/images/tap.jpg |
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Memo to stupid people: if you choose to live in a farming community, it's going to smell like a farming community. |
Awesome. Several years ago a neighbor approached my grandfather and asked him to remove some "junk" off a hill on my grandfather's property (the junk being his functioning tractor and a half-dozen oil barrels.) The neighbor whined that it was spoiling his view. My grandfather responded as any red-blooded American would, which is to say he hired a couple of guys to haul ever bit of junk on his place and a couple of other people's places up onto the hill. Old buses, a twisted quonset hut, piles of rusty barbed wire, junked cars etc. etc.
You don't tell people in this part of the world what to do with their property. |
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You should start packing your bags now. |
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I can't help it if I live in a magical world where interesting things happen. |
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Google Earth 44 degrees 31'50.76" North 107 degrees 46'15.76" West It is, admittedly, a shadow of its former self, but there's still a goodly amount of junk there. Due north, down the tree lined lane, is the neighbor in question. |
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No, no I couldn't of.
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He was more of a hobby dirt farmer, raising a little hay for his horses. His day job was in the oil patch.
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My grandpa had a lot of alfalfa and a lot of dirt. And lots and lots of milk. |
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Grandpa had 400 cows. |
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Grandma died at 3 AM one day, on her way to milk the cows for the 1,678,584th time in her life. Although I do have to admit, I thank God daily that my Dad moved away from that place. I spent summers helping Granny milk the cows, and hated every minute of it. Mostly because I always got stuck shoveling the cow crap out of the holding pen twice a day. |
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My parents would send me to work on the farm for disciplinary reasons as a teenager. Getting up at 3:00 AM was bad enough, but Grandpa's way of waking me up was just awful - the house was heated by a coal furnace and he'd just bang on the pipes with a wrench. One thing it did do was make me appreciate just what my Grandpa did for a living. That is hard work - and he did it until he was too old to work, which was about 88 years of age. I never knew until he passed away that he had an MBA, but chose to do that kind of work. Remembering all this reminds me of just how much I suck. |
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I will always be jealous of fine men allowed to fondle secondary mammory glands for a living, albeit from the bovine species. Just slap iodine on that tiddy and squeeze milk! |
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