I remember seeing The Beatles on Ed Sullivan. Long time ago.Neither. It was the part of the gospels that mentioned that Jesus withdrew to lonely places outside, and that his whole ministry was outside. That got me thinking about my dependence on luxuries, and if I could survive outside
I so wish I'd been raised like my parents were. My dad's dad built a farm from scratch in rural New Brunswick during the great depression.
My other Grampa built a sawmill from scratch and powered it will a stream. There were trout in it and blueberries grew wild. The last time I was there was 50 years ago. I wish they'd stayed there. Cities have proven to be bad for me.
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