There has been an affront on our empire.
Our God-given right to shoot wildly into the night may just have been compromised.
That’s right. Heavy equipment, which you cannot discern in the photo above, is making way for what appears to be something other than an empty corn field. Maybel is the white speck on her way to charging the bulldozer.
And so it begins.
Upon closer inspection, from our bedroom window, my suspicions are confirmed:
Everything I ever learned in every boring Development Committee meeting across the county, i.e., “the worst thing to live next to is nothing,” has come back to haunt me.
I hope they do not enjoy motorcross.
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