From Ross in Canada
Ross emails from the great white north:
Weird little DNS errors prevent me from entering this, so I'm just forwarding it to you...
I am currently engaged in some serious R+R on the west coast, up in that Canada place. My gracious hosts have provided me with living quarters that are possibly larger than my house...I've been out on the water, over to the mountains; I've sat on docks watching birds, listened to locals asking for a birthday joint, seen the place where a local grower tragically crashed his harley two nights ago and killed his wife...been on a sailboat at 10:30pm, still in the light, trolling over a reef, catching nothing...i marvel at what my cousin and husband have been able to do out here...it occurs to me that we are all total pussies compared to him ;) i mean, i am typing this in the house he built by hand, a 3000 sqare foot house with beautiful hardwood floors on five acres with its own orchard and swimming hole and five hundred fee of split rail fence, two workshops, a sawmill (that made the lumber for the house)...and i have trouble just organizing my mail. ouch!
people out here just DO things. they do things a lot of people have forgotten how to do. there's ocean and water, children with bikes instead of video games, and everything has to come here on the ferry.
i'll be coming back in two days...
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That's the funny thing about
That's the funny thing about living in the capital of the free world. Nearly none of us are qualified to anything whatsoever useful. I'm defining "useful" strictly here: any skill that directly puts food on the table, a roof over the head, clothes the body, and facilitates human comfort.
When the Revolution comes, man, .... ;)