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Originally posted by Griff
We can always use new blood out here even if the locals don't always admit it. If moving to the boonies ever gets to be something you need to do, feel free to bounce ideas off me, of course if they're really good I reserve the right to steal them for my own purposes. g
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I'll kind that in mind Griff, but I don't think I would move permanently out to the sticks...I've already sorta done that once.
From late 1994 to the end of 1995, I went away to school at Southeast Missouri State University. SEMO is in Cape Girardeau, a small city (40,000) about 110 miles SE of St. Louis. Now, 40,000 people is nothing to sneeze at, but (at the time) the biggest problem is that Cape was not very "college-friendly." There were a few bars, but not a whole hell of a lot for college kids to do. For real fun, you drove to St. Louis or Memphis.
It didn't take much time to get out of town...and once you were out of the city, you were IN the sticks. I used to love driving all the backroads throughout Southeast Missouri. Just south of Cape, the Ozarks turn into flat cotton land. I saw a lot of neat little small towns...and absolute destitution in some spots.
When I first arrived in Cape, I was the kid from the city with blonde hair and piercings...it did NOT go over well, particularly at my job. However, as time passed (and my blonde went back to brown), we got along swell.
In addition, an old friend of mine lives in the city of Dexter, Missouri (pop. 8000). I used to love going down there to hang out. It was the quintessential small town...we'd go driving the backroads, drink, smoke, etc. It would be cool for a few days...but they did that EVERY DAY.
At this point, I would love to buy a small place, maybe along the Chesapeake, on Maryland's Eastern Shore. Just a place to relax and be at peace.