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Originally Posted by ApS
Good luck...
We're at a place that is still on a dead-end dirt road. The dirt road was probably built at the beginning of the century— two centuries ago! 
The maple-syrup "factory", employing a half-dozen people (and their horses) is long-gone— one century ago.
Even when you think you're at your little dead-end dirt road paradise—enjoying a quiet sunset—not long afterwards, you can count on someone setting off fireworks...starting Fridays. 
Where do these people, bent on ruin, come from?  |
Yes. We are currently renting a home here in rural NY while waiting for our home to be built in The Weirs. It is surrounded by beautiful pastures and horse farms and pockets of Mc Mansions. Bucolic until you hear the racetrack that is just a few miles from here and the race cars that for some reason like to go up and down this dead end street.
Where our former home was located- on 10 1/2 wooded acres- it was usually dead quiet- until the shooting starts or the weekend fireworks. I guess it;s the same no matter where you go.