[wizardoz]

It happens, now and then, like a wave of nausea and heaving frustration, all aimed at the congestion and the traffic and the parking woes, the spitting lunatic homelessness and the lack of space and the lack of quiet and the random urban demons careening around the 'hood smashing windows and exchanging gunfire and peeing on your stoop when you say to yourself, You know what? I've loved and endured the city in equal turns for nearly 10 years now, and maybe that's enough, and isn't it about time I found some quiet and green and a yard and a dog and a parking space to call my own?

It's a question, I'm sure, asked by every city dweller past the age of, say, 32, the age where your hip grungy stained "artist's" apartment with the peeling vinyl flooring and limp water pressure and the horde of twentysomething partyers who live behind you and who smoke like factories and stay up 'til 5 a.m. snorting coke and playing acoustic guitar very very badly, it all switches from being funky and charming and urban to utterly obnoxious and tiring, and don't these people have jobs?

Heh heh heh heh.... five more years of this and Marky Mark just might begin to see the light.

[hattend]

Heh heh heh heh.... five more years of this and Marky Mark just might begin to see the light.

Nah. Ms. Morford will just pack up all of his things and move to a red state or county and start advocating the liberal BS that has destroyed where he lives now. It's happening all the time...Liberalism is like a cancer.