PEACE AND QUIET
Keep driving. The GPS says that it’s just a little further
Are you sure this guy exists? I thought they lived on mountaintops. Rural Postal Route #22??! I’m not happy with directions that say, “Turn off the paved road, and drive till the radio goes Ttthbbbrrst.”
There’s his cabin! Stop!
O Wise Wizard of the Woods, what is the secret of everlasting serenity?
Silence and Solitude!! How’d you guys find me?? Why don’t you bugger off and find your own patch of bush??! I guarantee I’ll feel a lot more serene when I see your tail-lights disappear in the distance!
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Archon's Den 
I feel the same way at times. They say I’m a grumpy oldie, Well, I say, I am not grumpy it is just that I have learned to tell the truth straight out and stop being polite.
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True dat. 🙂
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So much said in so few words.
Always trust that GPS to find peace, especially when it sends you to a rural postal route. /sarc.
Enjoyable read. No sarc.
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I haven’t trusted a GPS since that adventure, trying to find Erickson’s place. https://archonsden.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/the-fellowship-of-the-blog-episode-seven/ 😯
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I remember your post about that adventure.
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The older we get the more we value peace and solitude. Cliche, but true.
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It also seems that it takes less and less to irritate me more and more. 😛
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Haha! Thats funny, well done.
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It’s funny if it doesn’t happen to you. I once published a post about how my music-loving Father wouldn’t play the radio for background music as he got older. Now that I’m his age, I understand why not. 🙂
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This is true. When we are the victim or in the same shoes its not funny anymore!
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LOL, I love this.
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I’m not quite as much a grumpy loner as this, but the pandemic lockdowns have not affected me as much as others I hear of. 🙂
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“…drive till the radio goes Ttthbbbrrst.” I think I’ve been there. Or was that Bill the Cat? lol Funny all around, but love that line.
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That was inspired by a piece of reality. The son won a hand-made, custom knife. The maker (at a show in Toronto) told him that, if he ever wanted to visit his home/workshop, it was at Rural Postal Route #22, north of Thunder Bay, Ontario. He said, I’m so far out, you’ll know when you’re getting close to my place, when the only radio station on your dial goes tttthhbbst. 😳
Not all knifemakers are hermits like that. The one I visited lived in the middle of Orlando, Florida. 🙂
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lol, better for the truth behind it.
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“And so it goes…” Great story with real truth about human nature.
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It would be a ‘roman a clef,’ only I’m not Roman. 😉
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🙂
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How do you properly pronounce that radio sound though?
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Get Finn to help you with it. A little slobber helps, and it sounds different every time. 😆
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Funny! Finn has his puppy nephew Banks who lives here these days.
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drive till the radio goes Ttthbbbrrst! Haha. I loved that! Great take 🙂
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There was/is a pop song, set in Arizona or New Mexico, with the line, ‘A hundred miles outta town.’ Radio reception isn’t very good, nor is the reception of unwanted visitors. 😦
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