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Garden Master
Cripes! I could mention a guy like that, his messing up some kids' lives and being taken out by a SWAT team . . .so lucky said:. . . It was the boundary line belonging to a neighbor who used to "patrol" his property lines every day with a gun. Ooops!
Neighbors was a reason I moved in from the sticks, having lived not all that far from where Thistle' lives now. I hope things are much better now. My nearest neighbors when I arrived there were a family where hubby worked at the sporting good store 40 miles away. An artist whose books can still be found in bookstores in the children's section. Two college teachers and their adopted children . . .
Then, these other folks began moving in around me. On a visit, I got a lecture from a tiny blond girl about people from other ethnic groups. Turns out, I was only a couple miles from the newly-built headquarters of the Aryan Nation. When one of the newcomers told me about the place, he said it was some kind of church . . .
Boundaries? I began to feel that, without moving, I'd crossed into some other country - and, I don't mean Canada.
Steve