tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post4142717079608425939..comments2024-02-28T17:42:05.365-05:00Comments on Outside Clyde: Fog Off Fog OnChristopher C. NChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15621322814577793080noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-26072844200791244262012-10-09T09:45:27.145-05:002012-10-09T09:45:27.145-05:00Mingling was in church [which was on the property]...Mingling was in church [which was on the property], at work & them stopping by occasionally. I know the talk goes on. Seems they knew more than I.lolLolanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-7026578939873669372012-10-09T04:47:11.794-05:002012-10-09T04:47:11.794-05:00I can just imagine how they talked when a bus load...I can just imagine how they talked when a bus load of people came to your house. ha... The fog does look spooky. Reminds me of the smokey mountains.Lisa at Greenbowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07743973292900758183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-75018179379339264012012-10-08T22:31:49.278-05:002012-10-08T22:31:49.278-05:00Lola we don't mingle. That hasn't stopped ...Lola we don't mingle. That hasn't stopped them from talking. The last several folks I have chatted with have all asked about my father dying without me mentioning it. They heard it else where, "you know them folks up top on Betsys Gap......"Christopher C. NChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621322814577793080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-16546146180613139202012-10-08T22:18:52.722-05:002012-10-08T22:18:52.722-05:00It is rather thick. I remember how it got. So thic...It is rather thick. I remember how it got. So thick one could hardly drive. <br />Yes, the locals don't take kindly to anyone else. They don't like their way of life to be changed. I found it best to just be like them. Get out there & mingle with them. I started the neighborhood crime watch program there after we were broke in to. I was alone there most of the time so I think I was Lolanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-34102551189192770072012-10-08T21:37:44.241-05:002012-10-08T21:37:44.241-05:00There was an unexpected knock on the door before d...There was an unexpected knock on the door before dinner last night. No one ever knocks on our door. It was the deer hunter. He was looking a bit rougher than usual.<br /><br />We had a long talk because things have changed around here. People have died and the hunting grounds have changed hands in families and changed uses and users. He couldn't do things the same way he had been for the lastChristopher C. NChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621322814577793080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-22922069549854225592012-10-08T21:02:46.777-05:002012-10-08T21:02:46.777-05:00Aren't you afraid being way out in the woods, ...Aren't you afraid being way out in the woods, so remote with this spooky fog? Looks like a setting for a slasher film. Thanks. though, for the underwear update.<br /><br />Outlying areas around here will get their first frost tonight, so we may see some fog tomorrow too. Though probably not your London-like fog you've got.Jim/ArtofGardening.orghttp://artofgardeningbuffalo.blogspot.com/tnoreply@blogger.com