I was in poor shape having a couple of bad insomnia nights, in a row, the latest seemingly bringing on minor cold symptoms. Why do I tell you this? Why can't I write intelligent blog messages that just deal with what goes on outside the world and not what goes on onside my
head? Breathe... I won't worry. (sure you won't!) I am sorry, refer to 7 Year Itch to understand
the inner dialogue, no Marilyn Monroe has not moved in next door.
I got doored back on Saturday. It's a bicycle term I hadn't known existed though I know the event which it describe exists. Now I know. I am all right. I still have my lightning (?) quick reflexes, pretty quick reflexes anyways I am all right but I had given up on getting out to the SA Town Meeting, and had finally emerged from my apartment. When... anyways showed up at 10:30 PM to a town council meeting with my friend Chris from Fairfax, maybe one or two other people observing discussion on setbacks, FAR (Floor Area Ratio) Floor area to Lot area ratio is pretty important stuff to any town that still prides itself on not having been destroyed by... argghh Greed. Anyways Chris immediately stands up to offer some insight on the complex subject, I decide to add my two cents, call it 'outsight'. I just wanted to make sure that what I thought I heard the council saying that houses with porches closer to the streets encouraged community I just wanted to add that my dream house would be one set back on the lot surrounded by thick Rose Bushes, Bottle Brushes, Peach Trees, Dogwood and Pink Flamingoes
where you hardly even new my house was there and still I would have community. Community is a great thing, freedom from the hubbub of the street is a really good thing too. They said something to effect that they weren't going to legislate a preference in that regard and I said thank you good. Or we all said some words to the general effect as I have stated. I Guy W. Meyer Jr authorize this ramble.
Guy
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