The subject of what’s my truth came up tonight as talk radio rolled across the sound waves of my internet connected Echo. It is perhaps the most powerful question we can ask ourselves as political discourse divides our country, and I have to base my perception of truth on the life that surrounds me.
- Our local schools are straining physically and financially from illegal residency.
- I recently had a very disappointing experience at our local hospital, they suck.
- People do not respect a bus pulled up sideways in a parking lot with lights flashing. For the second day in a row, I’ve had to honk and glare down a driver trying to come around my vehicle as kids are flowing out in both directions.
- I need to retire and move to southern Arizona. I really can’t take much more of this pretentious contentious god’s country.
- Nobody gets my code, I give up…
- I am loved by my woman, my son, and my cat.
- The memories of my past are my enemy, goodby memories…
Arizona is nice. I loved it when Grant and I would go to his ranch outside of Kingman, off of Route 66, off of Antaries Road. The Music Mountains were beautiful to watch as the shadows would change them. And the quiet, except the sound of the wind generator whirling, was deafening. At night the sky was a show of billions and billions stars. The trailer is gone now. Just a 40′ storage container and 40/120 acres. Grant’s buddy, who just passed away and his wife own 100 acres (with a well that connects to Grant’s 20 acres and another part of the acreage.) Way off to the north we could see a faint glow of Las Vegas lights. Total desert and completely off the grid. Wanna buy some acreage? lol
That’s a great area, but I’m not quite ready to be a desert rat. I need grid and I have a way too high rattlesnake anxiety to be comfortable out there. Thanks for creating a nice visual Skoge :-)