We've been out late to a pre-Christmas gathering at The Veteran's house.
Farmer H drove us there, but I drove us back. Farmer H likes a nip of whiskey every now and then. He didn't set out to nip. But was persuaded to try a certain brand. Two, actually. I looked over and saw him with a glass in each hand. Thank the Gummi Mary he's not an octopus!
I thought we lived in the middle of nowhere, until I saw where The Veteran lives now. It's like going down winding two-lane blacktop and turning onto one-and-a-half lane blacktop, then continuing on bumpy one-lane gravel, then turning onto a pig trail, then driving through a field that may or may not have had a path trampled into it at one time, then over a wooden low-water bridge, and you're there.
I could hardly wait to get back to civilization and the Mansion.
2 comments:
over the river and through the woods?
Over the creeks and through the fields. We're already on the same side of the river. We cross the river to get to Grandmother's house, however.
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