Gordon -
I guess I resemble that remark about city folks. /w3tcompact/icons/blush.gif But I'm definitely starting to see the country folks side of things. When my parents originally bought the 42-acre property some 25 years ago, it was still an unspoiled country-living area. They paid $1600 per acre -- actually they paid for a 40-acre parcel and when they had it surveyed for fencing purposes it came out to 42 acres. Nifty.
I remember clearly when I went to town with my dad to buy a whole trailer full of lumber right after they bought the property, my dad was mortified to discover that his checkbook had no checks left in it. The trailer was already loaded up, so he asked the lumber yard guy if he could just leave the trailer where it was until he could drive home (30 minutes away) and get more checks. The guy (who was just meeting Dad for the first time) said, "Shoot. No need to make two trips. Go ahead and take your lumber and just drop me a check next time you're in town. /w3tcompact/icons/shocked.gif/w3tcompact/icons/shocked.gif/w3tcompact/icons/shocked.gif
That was the first time I realized there was a whole 'nuther way of living than what I was used to in the city.
Since then, the area has become a mecca for well-to-do retirees from the city, and property prices have at least tripled. Sadly, the put-it-on-my-tab days are gone and the roads are now dominated by late model SUV's.
There is still a sense of community up there, however, that I have come to admire and want to be a part of. Case in point -- last year a guy's mower threw a spark when he trimmed around the mailbox cluster on the road bordering our property. He didn't notice the spark, threw the mower into his pickup truck and drove away.
The next car to drive by (
not from the immediate neighborhood) saw the smoke and stopped to try and put it out. It was more than he could handle and the fire was spreading rapidly onto our property and towards Mom's house. Within minutes, he had flagged down more cars (one had a cell phone and called the volunteer fire department) and everyone pitched in to do what they could. By the time the fire trucks got there (about 3 minutes later), the place was swarming with neighbors I didn't know existed -- fire extinguishers, shovels, and one guy came straight through our fence with his tractor and proceeded to clear a swath between the fire and Mom's house (this guy suffered minor burns, but clearly gets credit for saving the house). Other folks (total strangers) rushed in to escort my 85-year old mother to safety.
Net result -- a couple of scorched acres, no structural damage. When I heard about what had happened, I was able to to thank the tractor-driver in person, but I never even found out the names of any of the others who had helped so much. The fire chief told me that's just the way it is up there. Everybody watches out for everybody else. No thanks are expected.
Down here in the city, someone may or may not have called 911, but for sure they would have watched from their windows to see what happened. /w3tcompact/icons/mad.gif
Just to keep this on topic -- those couple of acres needed no mowing for the rest of that season. /w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif