Tam over at VftP is trying to wrap her mind around the concept of a rural city. I suppose that’s a New Yorker’s view of any urban center containing less than ten million people and a cow or two that’s still farting methane.
People from the coastal cities do often seem to have a strange idea of what’s what in flyover country, though. One of my neighbors is on the local property owners’ board. He has a favorite story about this lady (yes, from NYC) who owned a parcel of land near here. Somehow she got his number and called him up for advice on how to get her utilities hooked up. She was planning to retire out here and needed to know what to tell the builders.
Utilities? Builders? Um…
He actually was in a position to at least look up her parcel’s location, which put him one up on her. She had somehow bought this piece of land years before sight unseen, apparently drawn by the remarkably low price. Picture a tall, broad mesa. Picture it topped by howling prairie. Picture an access “road” not even a Jeep can safely use. (I know this because two springs ago I got hired to move a bunch of rocks off it.) Utilities? We ain’t got no steenking…
