Haven
In this article, in a section titled "Great Homes and Destinations," no less than the mighty NY Times recently directed their readers' attention to (Hey!) nothing less than the nearest town to us, 10 miles away, a tiny burg with less than 2,500 full-time citizens who all have at least seen each other around many times, and it gave the impression that this area is yet another highly desirable place in which to live, a haven.
I don't know how much of a salute that really is, because when you're looking at things from anywhere less than 200 miles or so from the Times offices, a huge number of places could be called a "Great Home and Destination."
Nevertheless, maybe this means that we knew what we were doing by relocating here from D.C. so many years ago, when we bought a patch of woods and I had a house to build all on my own -- an effort that was a big percentage of the whole point.
The article spoke glowingly of the usual things that such articles speak glowingly about when the authors are trying to sell some location out there in the provinces, and in this case way out there in the sticks -- the air, the sleepiness of life, the land prices, the presence of a couple of golf courses, and the fact that prospects of rearing up stacks of condominiums, preferaby looking out over the golf courses, are in that clean air. In other words, this "haven" is ripe to be turned into what the paper's readers are used to and aspire to -- immediate outlying areas of New York City and all of New Jersey.
The article was kind of funny. That kind of outlying, thickly malled area already exists in the county being spoken of, the southern part adjoining the city of Lynchburg.
But the authors were mostly touting the other part, the part just across the county line from where I live. That second part, with which I am much more familiar, is more whimsical, homespun, rougher, timeworn, timeless, and a hundred other adjectives that I could think of, and so far it has easily repulsed the invasions in the name of golf course-condo civilization that this article is calling for.
I don't think the natives of this part have much to worry about anyway. The readers of the NY Times are much more likely to pour themselves instead into that Christmas stocking-like peninsula called Florida, because it is believed to be warmer there than anywhere else.
And I will have to say that the climate here is much like I believe that of upstate New York is, and this present frigid winter has been stark testimony to that.
I'm not trying to pull up the ladder. I'm just saying....
I don't know how much of a salute that really is, because when you're looking at things from anywhere less than 200 miles or so from the Times offices, a huge number of places could be called a "Great Home and Destination."
Nevertheless, maybe this means that we knew what we were doing by relocating here from D.C. so many years ago, when we bought a patch of woods and I had a house to build all on my own -- an effort that was a big percentage of the whole point.
The article spoke glowingly of the usual things that such articles speak glowingly about when the authors are trying to sell some location out there in the provinces, and in this case way out there in the sticks -- the air, the sleepiness of life, the land prices, the presence of a couple of golf courses, and the fact that prospects of rearing up stacks of condominiums, preferaby looking out over the golf courses, are in that clean air. In other words, this "haven" is ripe to be turned into what the paper's readers are used to and aspire to -- immediate outlying areas of New York City and all of New Jersey.
The article was kind of funny. That kind of outlying, thickly malled area already exists in the county being spoken of, the southern part adjoining the city of Lynchburg.
But the authors were mostly touting the other part, the part just across the county line from where I live. That second part, with which I am much more familiar, is more whimsical, homespun, rougher, timeworn, timeless, and a hundred other adjectives that I could think of, and so far it has easily repulsed the invasions in the name of golf course-condo civilization that this article is calling for.
I don't think the natives of this part have much to worry about anyway. The readers of the NY Times are much more likely to pour themselves instead into that Christmas stocking-like peninsula called Florida, because it is believed to be warmer there than anywhere else.
And I will have to say that the climate here is much like I believe that of upstate New York is, and this present frigid winter has been stark testimony to that.
I'm not trying to pull up the ladder. I'm just saying....
posted by Carl (aka Sofarsogoo) | 10:34 AM
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