# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 10/23/2004 01:43:00 AM
Tonight, I witnessed something truely amazing. Let me tell you a story.
My parents have this friend named R@?!%* M#^)+ (R.M. for short. (some names have been changed to help the innocent)) R.M. turned out to be a loose bush supporter. R.M. comes over to our house once in a while and just shoots the shit. Tonight he showed up unannounced, no indication, and just walked right in. I happen to hand him a beer because I just so happen to be getting one for myself (wink, wink). R.M sits down at our dining room table and starts talking. R.M. is a native VTer and his family has owned some sort of farm here for generations. Topics of conversation ran from local polotics, to people we each knew who served in iraq, and federal polotics to just plain rumors around town and catching up on gossip from around town. He’s fiftyt, I’m twenty-three.
One of the main things I want to talk about here are how his political views differed from mine. He gets 80,000$ a year from the federal government in his name, because he claims to be a small farmer. Under bushes new laws, he gets to claim that he, his wife , each of his children , and one of his illegal Mexican workers is a small farm. He gets close to 600,000$ a year from the federal government for not doing anything but claiming that each of those people own part of his farm. Guess who he’s voting for.
Some of the people they knew were in Iraq and Afganistan. Both of them came back alive. One was missing a nose and the other perfectly normal. The man who lost his nose had it blown off by a mortar and was scheduled to go back in less then a month. The man that came back OK went to Manitoba with a friend of his. When the guy had gone off to war, his best friend had told him that when he came back alive, they would go hunting together. It turns out the friend of his happens to be the guy who’s building our camp on the lake. They talked about him for a few minutes and then I made a joke about how it was funny that he would want to kill something as soon as he got back from the war. Not funny. We drank a bunch of beers and R.M. just barged in the door when he showed up. Total redneck. Typical old school VTer. Acted like her owned the place. It was funny to watch. I was supposed to show my parents ferinhyte 9/11 tonight but he side railed that mission.
R.M. told stories of people who we each knew commonly around town. What struck me odd about this was small town polatics. Everyone knew each other. My parents could pull out people and places from twenty years ago and they were all on the same page. they were gone for 10 years and it was as if they hadn't misse danything. or as i it didin't matter. the same people still lived in town and the same people were stilll talked about around town. gossip. It made me think of what we’re going to think of haddam in 30 years when we all move back to the area. It makes sense. We’re all comfortable with the surroundings. We all have positive memories about the place. It seems natural that we may, some day, be drawn back to this place we came. Just thinking.
I’m doing a lot of small chores around the house. I finished moving dirt today. I moved 12 wheelbarrows full of dirt around our drive way to smooth it out. Looks good. Went down to see our camp being rebuilt. Its going ot kick ass. I’m thinking of living there for a while. Once its done no one is going to live there. My parents want to wait a few years before they find something in florida and live there half the year. It’s a sweet sot on the lake 35 minutes south of Burlington. We named our dog after the town it’s in. also it sounds as though I could get a job easily up here. (Damon, call me. General Dynamics, and NRG(45 people) are hiring up here again.)
oh yeah,
europe's going to rock
sounds cool man. i still want to organize a journey up north to see the place.
if your in ct for the weekend come watch the series a my place. no yankees shit talk i promise
yeah that sounds great chump...i gotta get up there too