I apologize for not being up yesterday. I’m having issues with my webhost which I hope to resolve soon…if not I’ll be shopping for a new webhost.
I love where I live. It’s a small(er) suburb, the county seat, my neighborhood itself is an enclosed street hidden away so there’s not through traffic – no traffic at all practically – but connected to a main road. The town is small enough that the school district has one school for each level (K-3, 4-6, middle, high), so my son will know all the kids all the way through to graduation…and I know the schools.
But I’ve always joked about it being ‘hickville’ (and adjacent to Hicksburg, Hickfield, and Hicksboro). We ARE 2 minutes from rural lands in every direction but one. We do have a fair amount of rednecks that live close, and all of us around here are “simple” folk that live quietly, simply – definitely don’t live ‘large’. Modest homes and families, good friendships and a sense of community.
Yesterday I got the proof that sealed the deal that despite all of this…it is still HICKville.Â
Where else but Hickville can you walk out on your back deck and get the view of your neighbor having just returned from hunting…cleaning the deer in his driveway? Antlers lying in the yard…deer lying on a platform designed for the task attached to the back of an SUV.Â
I just laughed and stepped back inside…thinking to myself that I needed no further proof…Hickville it is.
We also live in hicksville… when the neighbours dog is barking, we stay in the house, because that means that the dog has treed a racoon, and the neighbour is going to come out & shoot it!!
Um, yuck. I think that would ruin my appetite!
We do not live in Hickville, yet one of our neighbors (in a frackin’ townhome community, mind you) insists on sitting on his deck nekkid. He’s like 60. And extra-gross. Maybe I should move to Hickville?
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