wumble in the bwonx

funny, i thought the days of high school were way behind me now-wouldn't expect my car to be sitting in my driveway after a tow truck ride with four slashed tires and a hood sporting "fucck bhs." yes, he spelled fuck with two c's, and yes, he mistook my innocent honda with the car of a high school student.
when we pulled onto the property that rachel rents, a 36 acre expanse with hills, hollows and two ponds, we only wanted to start a bonfire and lay out under the stars. puzzled at first by the fire already raging and the old familiar sounds of an underage party going on, we parked our cars by the back pond and walked up to investigate. turns out that the landlord's daughter had invited some friends to camp out, and her party had grown to twice the size in under an hour. by the time we got there, a fight was about to break out between guys from two rival schools. everyone was told to leave, they refused. they were then forced to leave by the landlord herself who walked down to the festivities and finally got them on their on their way out. after screaming drunk obscenities out the windows of the cars their daddies bought for them, they stopped by mine and rachel's hard earned cars and showed the side of revenge that stupid young kids know best-disrespect.
well at least they ran out of pee after rachel's car-sorry rach.

houses in the fields

yesterday we drove to the farm, where there is almost 200 acres of wild, green hollows and hills. jacob's grandparents bought it many years ago for less than a quarter of what it is worth today. the developers are paying big bucks now for the lush country hills between franklin and leipers fork. after the land owners are payed a handsome sum, the property is torn up and cookie cutter houses are erected. corner pharmacies pop up alongside strip malls. they build and build until they have all the targets, walmarts and eckerds the land can hold. i am reminded of a john gorka song where he sadly sings "developers pay better than the corn, but this is not the place where they were born."
it seems no field or forest is safe. where will we go when our conveniences fail us? what will we do? where will our children play? i can have comfort knowing the farm will never be sold, and our kids will grow up with the magic of nature surrounding them. at least we have the power to do that much.

for shbloggin my noggin

ok, so i'm new to the world of blogs. i want to sound smart and dazzle the world with my stunning wit. somehow though, i have to first become aquainted with a computer newer than the archaic mac sitting on my desk at home. it's so obsolete that i have to post from the pub's computer. so here i go, type a sentence, pour a beer. and so it goes............................