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JW Goossen Writing Random Sample 2

Like Woody Allen, I spend a lot of time thinking about death.  Not in morbid way really, more as a form of recreation.  After all, death and the existence of God are the only two absolutes in life.  Taxes can be avoided by simply moving to the correct island in the West Indies (or by paying cash).

 

Lately, as people in my neighbourhood have been getting shot, my musings have taken an immediate turn to the present.  Look out, there's a drug war on my street.  Not that many people really took note, at least not until an innocent dog walker got shot.  Now we're all concerned about the efficiency of the police, lax security in prisons and the state of our justice system.  Last week it was big time casinos coming to town.  Next week it will be the demise of logging towns and plaid shirts.

 

What to do?  My first thoughts turn to buying the old Beaver Cleaver house out in the 'burbs, but I'm not much of a lawn person, although I do have bad case of porch envy.  I'd love to just sit back and watch the world go by, as my kids walk to school without having to be watched and warned.  But the Beav' never seems to grow up and you can only take so much of that Eddie Haskill.

 

How about the country?  Farm livin' that's the life for me.  Nothing more romantic than getting back to the land, especially for a city bred boomer.  Reminds me of times spent with my grandparents - gathering eggs, chasing chickens and getting squirted by my uncle the cow milker.  I could collect caps, drink coffee and talk about the weather a lot.  Trouble is, if they're relying on me to put food on the table, the family isn't ‘gonna eat no more.

 

Such is life on the great wet coast, as others have affectionately called it.  Although it is not really all that wet.  The abundance of rain is just a just a myth promoted by the locals, to keep people from moving here too quickly.  Well, it's not working.  Vancouver is experiencing growing pains.  Painful, yes, but also inevitable.  Life in the city (and it's not even a big city) is everything you were warned about and everything you hoped for.

 

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