Hate that… Must be in the Stannard-Greensboro corner.

I work for a land surveyor and read a lot of deeds. I just saw one the other day from the ‘30s that named every single cow on the farm that was being sold. Also every piece of equipment down to the 1700 sap buckets. Most town offices charge a pretty nominal fee to go through the land records. Provided you can read cursive there’s an incredible amount of information there.

In the southern part (Walden, Danville area) it tends to have a lot of minerals. Tastes great but there’s always mineral deposits in teapots, etc. I love it though!

Well, hopefully I’m right…

He was always friendly enough. And yeah, whoever that woman was she wasn’t any of the neighbors.

It’s a chicken and egg thing. Something’s gotta come first this time it’s the fancy shops. The economy will follow because fancy people go where the fancy shops are.

Railroad Street is pretty rapidly gentrifying though.

Jeezum crow… Mack’s my neighbor. I knew he was weird. He set off fireworks at 4am, burned an RV (meth lab?) one night, but… My wife and I like going for walks up by his house, and I run past it every day. Coulda been one of us. ‘Scuse me while I go make sure the other neighbors are okay.

Can I just turn my phone light on, walk over and politely say “so-and-so’s not home. How do you know them?” Most thieves would probably give up right then. No need for violence.

26 below in Peacham; windy as a sonofabitch.

This. Or snowing like a sonofabitch (crucially all one word)

So I can carry a gun, but not a sword? Makes good sense.