—Live or die, I’m staying here on my ground.
And I know it better than most. I can navigate without night vision on a moonless, cloudy night. I know every dog for blocks, I know every tree, every rock in the creek.
My ground. I’ll stand on it or die.—
Just an observation. I find it interesting that this kind of talk would have sounded looney or have just been assumed to be sarcasm just six or so years ago. Now it is very common and perceived by no small minority to be reasonable and prudent for our times.
Sometimes I think some of us are like animals that sense and earthquake before it happens.
I was born and raised here fity-mumble years ago, been all over the world, and I'm back. Not leaving again so folks can shoot at me, or to stand in line for chow. I've done my time doing that.
/johnny