I slipped into the state of Vermont for this Sunday's walk.
I was an army of one but I had nothing to fear but fear itself. And maybe the a-hole up at Blairsden who treated me like I was a Mideast terrorist come to rape his women and pillage his Somerset Hills hideaway. Ah, how money and property corrupt.
I told him where to shove it, but when I tried to take his photo, the coward threatened to call the Gestapo.
I reluctantly put away my trusty canon and walked on. In peace.
3 comments:
I'll get some night vision goggles and join your next visit. Would love to see the progress they're making up there.
I could swear that I saw a post subsequent to this one - something about trouble at Natirar
you musta been dreamin, burnsey
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