Sorry Horace (Greeley), if you want to find a slice of heaven on earth, seems going EAST is the advice that many rural-loving, working-stiff, San Diegans are taking. Another of my friends, an Australian and his San Diego-born wife, has found peace and happiness on their own homestead in rural east Texas. While I stewed in traffic this morning on the way to my san Diego industrial park, windowless, security-monitored, computer electronic job, I spoke with my buddy Waldo by cell phone. I came up with this suggested list:
- Cowboy boots, well-worn (possibly snake or other reptile optional)
- Hat, felt or straw that a cowpuncher would approve of. Ballcaps are acceptable if sun-bleached.
- Pickup truck. Four-wheel drive, of course.
- American flag, Texas flag. POW memorial flag. Military-ceremonial, Period.
- Dog, or better yet, dogs. Rescue dogs from the local shelter, better still.
- At least one rusty but functional item of farm equipment. A bush-hog or tiller suffices.
- A front porch with porch swing.
- A satellite dish since it’s too far out to string cable from the main road.
- A storm cellar or heavy shelter to hunker down when tornadoes are predicted.
- Extracting California-isms from your vocabulary. You are in ‘Merica now, son!
Haha, as a country kid I can confirm most of these although flags and storm cellars are not in vogue in my area.
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