I don't probably already know. I was stuck there 8 years. Only part I could stand was from Williams north. Although the Pines, an authentic blues roadhouse on the north edge of Prescott, offered some relief. If you're a blues fan and lived near there or around Phoenix, you've doubtless heard of JD Simo. Good kid, stunning genius singer/guitarist who took up the study of classical guitar somewhere around age 5 or 6.
I still ran away full speed ASAP, though.
And where did I land? In a remote corner of the great blood-red Midwest. Maybe out of the frying pan into the fire in many ways. But this is where I could afford a house on a big lot. That's just the way it goes. Every other person seems involved with the alleged 'patriot' gang, and they get mad as hell when I call them that too.
Oh well. Challenge makes us grow. I'll be a giant by the time I die! fyi, I'm only 5' right now. The first several years there was a concerted effort to ... umm ... encourage me to relocate. But now they've given up the effort if not the wish. When I wonder if I might've been able to do more to pacify them, I remember what Malcolm X said: It's futile to desire brotherhood with those who don't want you for a brother.
If I woke up tomorrow in a deep blue state, I'd fall on my knees and kiss the ground. I know I have at least a few sympathizers here because on rare occasions I'll get a surreptitious thumbs-up after sending one of my letters to the paper, or even an unsigned congratulatory post card. One thing's funny, though; the local assessor, lifelong Republican though he is, treats me better than he treats most people! It's nothing personal, I guarantee you. Sometimes I wonder if he's one of those secret sympathizers. On a year when most other properties got a big tax hike which made him the most hated man in the county, mine enjoyed a precipitous drop.
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