http://www.democraticunderground.com/10021346550Hot damn.
One of franksolich's most-loyal readers, following my example.
It's all good, because I always thought the mineral oil primitive an excellent "human interest" writer, while his political stuff is only on par with the Bostonian Drunkard's. (However, I still want to hear about the mineral oil primitive's old man, now in his 90s, sitting on his front porch in the middle of the night out in California, a rifle across his lap, ready to deal with varmits trying to invade his orange grove.
It'd be an awesome photograph, the old man silhouetted against the black sky and the moon.
MineralMan (46,611 posts) Fri Sep 14, 2012, 09:11 PM
The young couple who live next door to me dropped by this evening with their two children, about 5 and 3 years old. The reason for their visit? They wanted to let me know that they were having a children's party tomorrow afternoon and that there might be a bit of noise. I laughed and told them that the kids were welcome to make as much noise as they wanted. They told me that they had rented one of those bouncy houses. I thought about that and realized that it would take up much of their backyard, so I told them they were welcome to put it in my backyard if that would be more convenient. We don't have a fence between our yards, just a continuous lawn that we both mow at about the same time each week. They liked the idea.
This is a neighborhood right smack in the middle of St. Paul, MN. It's a biggish city, but that's what this neighborhood is like. Few fences. Nice neighbors. Lots of diversity. My wife and I have been invited to Hmong family parties, have shared roast goat at a home with a Somali family, and have hosted a block barbeque.
The American neighborhood lives on. Not everywhere, I suppose, but in this working class neighborhood with a mix of families with children and old farts like me, it still lives on. As far as I can tell, it's not all that different from how things were in the small town neighborhood I grew up in in the 1950s.
I just wanted to post something good and normal that is happening here in the city. Life goes on apace.
I am s-o-o-o-o-o flattered.
It's a big campfire, but no point in bringing anything else over.
<<still awed that a primitive's emulating.
