Neighborhoods
I mean, I guess I hear the whole, “We moved so that our kids could grow up in a nicer neighborhood” bit, thus forcing on income-earners a ridiculously long commute.
But what the heck does that mean? “Nicer neighborhood.” Who actually swaps cucumbers with their neighbors anymore, or doesn’t threaten litigation when the old lady across the street yells at their kid for bicycling through their lawn?
I mean, these days, isn’t neighborhood synonymous with scenery en route to one’s garage?
(Garage = ‘front butt’, the term used by the wife of someone at today’s business lunch.)
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I haven’t driven my car since my last day at The Bank six weeks ago. And now, three years after having moved here, I’m finally starting to discover my neighborhood.
I got legs. And now I’m usin’ ‘em.
I love “front butt.” I think garages aren’t nice to see either. I’ve never wanted a house where the garage door is the first thing you see when you arrive. Show me the front door instead.
And thanks for the map! It’s perfect. I’ve been trying to work off the one in the Rough Guide, as well as one I printed online, but I like how yours lists all the sites and trails and not just the cities. Thank you again. :)
It’s called a “Car Hole” among Americans.
Are you saying leaders of the Evangelical movement aren’t Amurrican?
Shh. Don’t tell the exurbs, but you have discovered the secret of life. I think its funny that my neighborhood was probably a suburb but now feels like the heart of downtown with my fifteen minute commute.
Thank god my butt is in the rear where it belongs!
Scenery en route indeed. Because the highway system is jsut so darn pleasant to look at.