26 January 2011

Bright lights... big city...

...you can have it...
Gayle and I talked it over. Lloyd wasn't home, so we couldn't ask him if he wanted help. And we'd figure he'd say no thanks, even if we could ask him. People are self-reliant here, and often prefer to be left to their own devices.

We finally figured no one ultimately minds a kind gesture, and Gayle blasted the snow and my son and I shoveled around the edges.

It was the Maine version of a prank, I guess. Instead of vandalizing his house when he wasn't home, we shoveled his driveway.
(via maggies farm)

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COMPARE & CONTRAST: No such thing...

...as a bad boy anymore...
"Dr. Vera Etches, Ottawa's associate medical officer of health, said there are only three places the needle exchange van won't service clients -- within 100 metres of schools, parks or daycares."
See Vera, there's your problem... they're not "clients"... they're junkies.

And they'll kneecap Granny for their next hit on the bong.