Why are you not voting for Kerry?

[CFster]

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: CFster
I'm 36 years old and I've never voted.

I am this fall - for the other guy.

Yes, yes. But when are you going to move out of your parent's basement?

12 years ago.

Actually, my parents are on the verge of living in MY basement.

 

[CADsortaGUY]

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: CFster
I'm 36 years old and I've never voted.

I am this fall - for the other guy.

Yes, yes. But when are you going to move out of your parent's basement?

Hey look - another "elite" post by perk tonight. :roll:

CkG

 

[Perknose]

Originally posted by: etech

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: CFster
I'm 36 years old and I've never voted.

I am this fall - for the other guy.

Yes, yes. But when are you going to move out of your parent's basement?

Are you looking for a new place to live Perk?

Not really. I'm quite content with my 2 1/2 acres that straddles my particular branch of the Neshaminy Creek (out of which I can and do fish). The aged patrician lady who lives next door finally grew too old to care for her donkey and her swans, but she has put her farm in restricted trust such that it can never be developed.

I live in a place where my rooster Rainbow can and does start determinedly crowing at 3:30 each and every morning, and the few who live close enough would never dream of complaining, yet I'm far less than ten minutes from the happening County seat of Doylestown, 20 minutes from the beautiful Delaware River and New Hope (and Washington's Crossing, where, well, Wahington crossed to attack the Hessians at Trenton), and an hour North of Philadelphia.

My 14 and 1/2 year dog old Cinnamon is the gentle mistress of all she surveys. When she still feels like it, she uses the creek to circumvent my fence to go visit the neighbor's dog. Nobody minds.

When my good buddy Jimmy Mackin first saw my place, he immediately began digging me a gorgeous stone lined, T- shaped fire pit. I have two parallel horseshoe pits.

My motto? Two pits, no waiting!

When we first went house hunting, I insisted to my late wife Jessie that I wanted, no, demanded, a light and airy place, no matter the cost. Two days later, she found our home. Gulp.

It was built by an under 5 foot tall Hungarian immigrant, Zoltan Zuberwicz. It has high arching catherdral ceilings, skylights galore, and arches upon arches as a theme, yet it is the simple, even spare antithesis of a McMansion.

Hey, I even have outbuildings!

I think I know where the keys are, but I never even lock this place -- that's just me.

This time of year is special. There is nothing but dense forest on my additional parcel of land out back on the far side of the Neshaminy Creek. Accross the broad expanse of my backyard at night, under a new moon, the background is black, black, black, and I can sit on my spacious raised rear veranda and watch the semi-distant wall of fireflies like it's God's own pulsating light show. It is absolutely awesome.

Perhaps most important to me, it is a place where I can wander out into my backyard and pee if I damn well feel like it.

The spirit of my loving late wife Jessie suffuses this place. Did I mention I now own it outright? I don't think I'll be going anywhere else soon.

But thanks, etech, for asking.

I know you meant well.

 

[etech]

At least as well as when you asked CFster about his living arrangements.

 

[Perknose]

Originally posted by: etech
At least as well as when you asked CFster about his living arrangements.

He said he was 36 and had NEVER voted. Drugs? Prison? Debilitating mental illness? He wasn't specific as to the reason. EXACTLY like you with me, I didn't mean him well at all.