It is so strangely ironic, the things that move us together, to become associates, instead of assholes, then friends. Out here, we are having a lot of 'electrical troubles', with our local RV Park, everything glitching...all of us bitching, wondering if we will survive the power surges and reductions.
We plan to meet in the morning, 'like villagers with torches'...to go to the main office, as one body, demanding our rights. In the midst of this, I have gotten to know 'some of my neighbors' better. Hopefully, this is only a local problem. Wouldn't it be weird, if we found, this is happening 'all over'? Like the 'Cloverdale' movie...
Night all...we have to sleep sometime, otherwise, our skin grows sallow, and takes on that 'waxy green artichoke' look. Oops! Too late!
Smile!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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