So it's a nice place . Everyone notices right away. A small house, antique cape, with a sunny shop almost attached . It's about 20 feet uphill from a sweet pond. An empoundment pond , a dam in the river . Everyone likes it. About maybe a couple percent over 50 percent say so right away. A few wait a sentence or two . But nearly all you can follow with your eyes on theirs. It's a nice place , nicer than theirs most of the time . You'd never want to leave . Well, maybe never . It's pretty small though. It used to be , once upon a time , not too long after when they drug it up out of the meadow with oxen and levered it onto the shoddy rubble cellar hole , with the muddy bottom , it used to be a blacksmith shop. Commercial property on the county road. No need for more land than you'd need to dump the coal ash and broken iron out back where the pond was. A blacksmith shop , opening in a new location in 1905. Within 20 years blacksmith shops would be pretty much obsolete . Because of electric welders . Built on the pond owned by the new electric power company that drowned the remains of the canal, built in 1823 that was obsolete within 20 years because of the railroads. I'm not saying there's a pattern or anything . Anyway there's not much land but it's a nice place. Like you might retire to a place like this say if you'd been a spy or something and needed to just quietly be inconspicuous and not be noticed and you wouldn't mind just staying home a lot. You could go canoeing till they came for you . It has a shop, you could build your own car. Couldn't drive it but you could build it.
So anyway, as a place to be , first in a wheel chair and now a really really stubborn walker, one could find oneself in far far worse places. I have the hobble of the place. I've been out a couple times and I have never once been toppled and twisted in a giant bubblegum ball. I really don't care who is number one. But number 6 ? I flatter myself , I know.
