Yeah. I can see those two on a deer hunt. The deer will in the next county after they get a whiff of Jerry’s cologne, and Burl will get cold and hungry about sunup and will remember they passed a McDonald’s back on the highway. (Well not passed passed. They never just pass one.) But they will take umpteen photos of themselves to leave casually around the house to show was manly hunters they are.
It ain’t all beer and skittles. We bought four acres near Austin and an old farmhouse for $40,000 fifteen years ago. We completely redid it. Because of commercial demand, the property now approached $2 million. But then we’d have to find a new place to live, and to find something we would like as much to live in would start at $1 million, because we refuse to live under the thumb of an HOA. And property tax would go from $1,000 to nearly $10,000 or more. Or we may just rent the finest apartment in the area.
I once had a neighbor who called her cat in with an old style school teacher bell. When she’s ring it, everyone in the block would hollar, “Tommmmmmmmy.”
She’s in Crustwood and part of that family. In that environment, any loss of memory is a blessing.