The BoneBlog

We live on a "private road designated for public use."  As such, we have a Road Association and we all pay yearly dues to the association to handle our road maintenance.  Monday night we had the first meeting of the Association since we moved here. 

 Wow.

First of all, the people who live on our road are different from us.  WAY different.  The guy across the street reminds me of David Cassidy (back when he still sported feathered bangs and a mullet).  He likes to ride his lawnmower around on weekends.  He, like Hank Hill, has an omnipresent can of Busch in a can cozy.  He's also a hot air balloon pilot and seems like a nice guy.  Unfortunately, it was his golf night so he couldn't make the meeting.

 Those who did make the meeting remind me oh-so-much of the folks I knew growing up in Marshfield.  Nice people, but real characters.  Some suggestions made:

"Well, why can't we just block off the road like they do in the city?"

"I sure don't want Arnold to annex us -- our taxes would go sky-high and we'd get nothing for it."

"Stay away from Mrs. Cass - when the power was out I tried to take her a flashlight and she met me at the door with her own flashlight and a weapon!"

Yes, it's good to go home again.

 The highlight of the evening was when our Road Association President announced to the group that one of the non-attendees was way behind on his dues because he keeps spending the money his wife gives him for dues.  Apparently, He Who Fritters Away Road Dues is very concerned his wife will find out (which she will).  I'm waiting for the fireworks show.  Awesome.

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