Well, I’m now marooned in the suburbs and I do have a little garden. No peaches, I’m afraid. My husband is allergic to them.
Yes. Believe me I know from allergies. And the burbs I live in was the edge of the country when I moved outta da Bronx in 1964. It quickly is becoming the ragged edge of the city without any of the benefits.
I would move to the “country” if not for my wife and her elderly parents. But if I do, do the country, it must be in the United States of America and not the great northeast socialist experiment. As John Cazale said to Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon when asked what country did he want to go to. His answer? ‘Wyoming’