Thank you, blessed (relative) silence
I spent January in Chicago (not something I recommend, weather-wise), nestled happily in Hyde Park where my seminary is, and I heard more emergency sirens than I have in my previous two January stays. It seemed like every day I strained to hear my classmates over the roar of an ambulance or firetruck.
I got home a week ago, and it took me a few days to realize it, but I didn't hear a siren until about two days ago. I love Mebane; I love the Triad, where the screech of emergency vehicles isn't a constant.
You just don't realize what you have until it's gone, I guess. And in this case, I'm glad of it!
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I can't figure why anybody would want to live in one of those depressing rust belt, snow bound, corrupt and dangerous northern places - places such as New York, New Jersey, Michigan, or Illinois - I would rather be a street person in Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, or the Carolinas than be Governor of NY, NJ, MI, or IL. Years ago, a guy I worked with actually had to go to Chicago for two weeks - he said people up there had never heard tell of such good things as cornbread, grits, and okra and even thought B-B-Q was something you did rather than something you ate - them folks up there don't know the difference 'tween a verb and a noun! He said he ordered tea and it came to him hot in a coffee cup -
Posted on February 3, 2008 11:25 AM