[The Horrible Esthete]

I just moved from the same neighbourhod you're all describing to a private place in the "country." Ahh, the peace and...BARK. You can't escape it here either.

Oh - but I'm talking acreage. I'm talking wooded tracts to serve as buffers. I'm talking no sight or sound of anything that isn't indigenous to my country - er - property, save the lonely whistle of that distant train overnight or the rumble of that silver jet, or that Federal Express Express guy who's delivering my barbed wire, infared cameras, trip mines, and assault rifles.

:mrgreen: :rambo: