Geographical confustication…

My neighborhood is a nice one.  I like it well enough…for not being near enough to anything that I could use or go to without driving.  It’s nice for runs.  It’s quiet.  It’s generally OK.  Over the last few months however, there have been some pretty interesting developments.  Two doors down a household seems to be collecting junked cars and parking them half on their lawn and half on the street.  No big deal, except it looks like hell.  Whatever, though.  Aesthetics aside it’s not hurting anyone, I suppose.  it’s just odd because they have a drive way and all.

Then, tonight a guy on a dirt bike decided to ride thought the grass next to my house in the snow.  From time to time I see folks on dirt bikes and quads in the neighborhood, but never 20 feet from my dining room window.  That was a bit jarring!  He did three or so laps and went on his merry way.  Odd that. 

So, my neighborhood is becoming what?  A bit more…shall we say…rural-ish?  Hmmmm….