Broadway — where he was working as a sound technician on “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” — had gone dark. Manhattan had shut down. This COVID thing seemed serious. He was driving to rural Colorado with their best friend that night, and Kate should join them, too.
“I wanted my Florida time!” Kate, 51, recalled. “It was March and I wanted to be where it was warm.” She thought of the condo she was staying in for free in Sarasota, complete with swimming pool and tennis courts. She thought of the 40 acres Ed had bought two years ago outside Colorado Springs — “for retirement” — which had an unfinished house and … not much else. She booked a ticket out west anyway.
A year and a half later, it turns out life on the Colorado Prairie isn’t quite the vacation they anticipated.
City slickers learning about REAL life and death on the farm. Too funny, especially the story about feeding the birds leading to bears coming in for a treat.
ReplyDeleteFolks like that end up dead because they have not a clue.
ReplyDeleteI can smell their smugness, even from here.
ReplyDeleteBut if you notice, they learn, improve and the last sentence... they were happy. It's because they are more free than they realize.
ReplyDeleteYeah but that's part of the problem. Happiness has too much emphasis. It's an emotion. You should not lead your life by emotions. Are they self sufficient? Nope, are they coping? Doesn't sound like it. Could they survive long term like this? I highly doubt it. Which means their "happiness" is gonna get them killed.
DeleteCan we serve moldy sharp cheese with their whiny assed complaining?
ReplyDeleteFrom a native Coloradan: Get the fuck back to New York or wherever. We don't want your asses here.
ReplyDeleteAmen brother. We were happy without them here.
DeleteSounds like the author of the piece is as clueless as the subjects. They lost their chickens to prey animals? I'd hate to think what the predators are like out there...
ReplyDeleteMan, I didn't even catch that one.
DeleteSorry, think I just did the dreaded double post. Mea culpa, mea culpa...
ReplyDeleteNaw, it only hit once.
DeleteI just gained a Coloraden neighbor. Checked them out so far good to go. They were rural and tired of the states bullshit.
ReplyDeleteOne look at the beekeepers, standing in their suits right in front of the hives with no gloves or head-nets - yeah, I guess we can see how that's going.
ReplyDelete1. Half the problem is not knowing what real success in a day is. Vets, Farmers, rural, 3rd world know what it means to get through a day alive and fed and in a warm bed.
ReplyDelete2. 2.4 billion acres in usa/ 370 million people x 2.5 avg household= 16 acres. Give or take some, outlaw Cities. We got room.
“My first night staying there I was petrified, because it was so quiet.”
ReplyDeleteIf that doesn't say it all I don't know what does.
If, I was neighbor to any of those folks I might preemptively ask them to be careful with fire when the weather starts drying out.
ReplyDeleteNot many folks set a pew next to the coop.
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That impressed me...