holy heroism, thwattman
the hero meter is pegging in bill anderson’s quiet little redneck podunk white-trash meshuggeneh quiet mountain town.
Our road is a county road, which means that state trucks don’t throw down salt and other chemicals (that contaminate our wells), but the county trucks heroically have been coming up and down Pocahontas Road and at least making it passable. (I notice that at least one heroic local guy has been making the rounds with his own plow, thus showing that it is not just government that keeps our road from turning into a big snow drift.)
that’s just an unusual level of herocity, god almighty. the local guy and the county parasites? a fortunate, fortunate man.