you know sometimes being old and local, not old as in I’m old now, but old as in how it was done back in the day old – whew, take a breather – being old and local does not imply being conservative, and conservative not in the sense of right wing, but in the sense of cognizant of and attempting to harmonize with what already is.
I don’t know if it is true everywhere, but in some places around my place those who were were quite content to extract the last ounce of value they could find and then leave. Exploitation is the culture that was.
I think at some point you all ran some pieces on how to live locally in a large urban center or something like that; it’s also true that there are plenty of mid to small to tiny towns where how to live locally has yet to be discovered.
Last time I was there, seemed the population in parts of Ohio was changing. Lots of people leaving, some moving in. One of those slow moving big changes sort of things, hard to see as it’s slow. Comes off as static at first glance. It’s not. Nothing is, I guess.
you know sometimes being old and local, not old as in I’m old now, but old as in how it was done back in the day old – whew, take a breather – being old and local does not imply being conservative, and conservative not in the sense of right wing, but in the sense of cognizant of and attempting to harmonize with what already is.
I don’t know if it is true everywhere, but in some places around my place those who were were quite content to extract the last ounce of value they could find and then leave. Exploitation is the culture that was.
I think at some point you all ran some pieces on how to live locally in a large urban center or something like that; it’s also true that there are plenty of mid to small to tiny towns where how to live locally has yet to be discovered.
Last time I was there, seemed the population in parts of Ohio was changing. Lots of people leaving, some moving in. One of those slow moving big changes sort of things, hard to see as it’s slow. Comes off as static at first glance. It’s not. Nothing is, I guess.
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