tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986189487671516031.post6903904201358582652..comments2023-12-27T06:46:57.872-07:00Comments on Tales From Beyond the End of the World: City Dreams/ssenlufekaW niatnuoMRobbie Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06708885869170287258noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986189487671516031.post-33529734044968610742014-07-20T11:24:01.710-06:002014-07-20T11:24:01.710-06:00I can say I did what I wanted to do when I lived i...I can say I did what I wanted to do when I lived in Denver, and that was in around the downtown area and publish a book. Sometimes I figure part of my running for the hills was because I accomplished my city goal and it was time to do something new. Whilst I was there I went for full immersion to the point it shocked some folks to learn I grew up on a farm. <br /><br />At heart, it would seem I am a rural person. It was amusing to see how quickly I became uncitified. Certainly, there are the drawbacks to living in small towns or in a rural county, like complete strangers knowing where you live or some little tidbit about you verses the anonymity one can have in a city.<br /><br />As far as giving it up, I'd spit and fight against that. Here and now, I cannot envision returning to a more urban environment. If anything, I sometimes want to move <i>further</i> out.Robbie Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06708885869170287258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986189487671516031.post-8827612255736489062014-07-19T20:09:39.844-06:002014-07-19T20:09:39.844-06:00Well, cannot begin to find the internal wherewitha...Well, cannot begin to find the internal wherewithall to address all your points, so here's my thoughts:<br /><br />Yeah, the lure of the city.....the siren on the rocks luring sailors, some crash, some learn to live on the rocks. <br /><br />I've always been a small town guy, even when I was head of cardiopulmonolgy diagnostics for the big hospital in a big city. After a week or two, the sheer weight of knowing there were a million people around me, close made me crazy. <br /><br />Small towns make me nuts too....the clerk at the local liquour store, commenting to other customers when I walked in "Here's doc, gettin' his bottle of whiskey"....but, it also makes me happy...the neighbor that brings me pie, the one that doesn't hesitate to ask me to water their plants while they are gone. <br /><br />We probably gets fewer tourists overall, we get ours in three large weekend chunks, the folklife festival, the Irish one, An Rah Ri (?sp), and then the worst one, Evel Knievel days...two days of bikers and drunken revelery. <br /><br />But, there are the good things: a grocery store trip takes twice as long as it would in Denver or NYC...many people you know and chat with, the moose that's taken up residence at the local KOA (today). <br /><br />I'll give it up when I have to, but not yet, not yet...Should Fish Morehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18400586203204886095noreply@blogger.com