Substitute “people who may strike you as totally ridiculous” for “sea monsters”.
Now, the beauty of city life is that you expect a certain percentage of lunatics, eccentrics, and crackling psychopaths. These are the folks that brighten your commute. Or the ones who provide unintentional street-side entertainment.
Well, God blessed the rural bits of this grand nation with those sorts here, too.
And therein lies the rub: no one expects it here. For some reason people assume small towns don’t have their share of kooks. I venture to say small towns probably have a similar percentage… made different only by the common knowledge about which ones are truly dangerous. (See Rule #1).
It was here that I was planning to tell you about developments across the street. I had a long list of bitchy complaints followed by an elitist-sounding harrumph ending in “what the hell is WRONG with people”?
Suffice to say: changing location involves changing the types of people with whom you encounter on a daily basis. Or so I meditated as I watched people drag trash out of their home and into a pop-up tent in the yard and move into it — in the rain. (?)
I think all of us get a bit too comfortable in one particular social set. If you make changes to your environment from city to rural, or rural to city life, prepare.
Thar be sea monsters.
