An incident occurred yesterday that has left me with a very uncomfortable feeling about our continued presence in the current Lake Gonebelow. Seen in the eternal scheme of things it was nothing and should not bother me. But it does. (It had nothing to do with being Family, btw.)
I lived in this area forty years ago when I came to the area for college. As I have shared with others at times, if someone had told me on the day of my graduation that I would be returning some forty years later to live here, I would have declared them certifiable. Back then the reputation of the major city and the area was that it was famous for three things: “beer, pretzels, and graft”. One of the local “celebrities” was then a major player in the KKK and the American Nazi party. (He was actually still alive when we first moved here.) As I recall, three of the former mayors were (or had been) serving time for their crimes.
I like my new home. In many ways it is the nicest home that I have every lived in. There are many things that could be done (given enough money) to make it nicer, but even so it is nice. I like the neighborhood. It is clean, kept, quiet, and reservedly friendly.
Still, after yesterday, I was ready to call a realtor. Over what many of you might think laughable. (I’m not revealing it, so do not ask.*) I am very uncomfortable and ill at ease.
But where would I go? There is nothing that would keep us here. We have no local ties. I am now retired. What Mrs. G does is in demand. She could get a job and earn lousy pay almost anywhere.
My older son is now married and apparently settled in his area which is five hours away. My younger son is headed to a community that is nine hours away. It would be nice to be closer (but not too close) to them, but I cannot think of any place near them that I would want to live (or in the case of the younger son – would be allowed to live given our age and economic situation).
I have no desire to move back to the community in which I grew up, nor the one in which Mrs. G did. I have no desire to move back to any of the communities in which we once lived.
Two places that I would consider are in New England, but that would be even farther away.
*sigh*
For now I will just need to suck it up and deal with my discomfort. It won’t be the first time.
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*UPDATE: After I posted this entry and thought about it, I felt that I had left you a bit too much in the dark about the incident. I still think that the details are unimportant, but I will comment a bit further to give you some additional information.
The incident falls under the category of a run-in with “city hall” and in the subcategory of “you can’t fight city hall”. I caught the town father’s in one of those situations in which what they are doing is perfectly legal, but in a wider sense is quite unethical and immoral from my perspective. I am fairly certain that many, many people have been affected by their actions. The solution is long term. Find enough good people who consider ethics as well as law to be important and to have them run for and be elected to positions in the town’s governing body. That would be tough. The current administration is entrenched and has been “protected” by a good ole boy network for years and years. Refer to “beer, pretzels, and graft” above.
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That’s a wrap.
Sending HUGS to all!




