Man, I love those country houses with crazy long driveways, going into the woods.
Dirt and gravel.
My other uncle, the one that is still alive, he lives so far back in the woods.. He has for my entire life.
He’s been growing pot out there for 40 years.
He is under absolute canopy of foliage.
It’s the most beautiful slice of land, A slight hike takes you to Rocky River in Concord.
He has power, telephone and water. But he has no use for the internet.
So I imagine his connection would be slow.
And he lives out there with his wife, renting the land, good friends with the owner…
God I wish I could have that piece of land.
It is so beautifully isolated..
I know he won’t own it, and I know it won’t be for sale whenever he dies.
He’s a carpenter, an
aged carpenter.
His body is falling apart.
His hands.
Alcohol wasn’t his thing like Dell,, He liked smoking pot.
And cigarettes..
Wayne Burgess is a rare breed.
🎵🎶 the last bloodline of lasts 🎵🎶
Sick piece of land though..you’d have to see it…
I was really proud that my uncle’s never once spoke about politics.
They never signed up for the Trump train.
Never said two words about any of it.
Because they were distrusting.
For life.
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