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death-throws of the agrarian lifestyle...
Mar. 6th, 2006 09:32 amSuch was a time when an honest man, who worked and lived an honest life could look forward to living out his life at the home he had made.
"It makes me sick, babydoll. They're planting houses everywhere, on the tops of the hills and in the swamps. Everywhere thay can stick 'em as fast as they can. Why are they doing this all of a sudden?... just makes me sick."
"Your father's never lived more than 500 yards from here. What are we going to do? We won't be able to afford what they're talking about doing to this town. People who can afford to live in these high-end developments will take one look at our schools and laugh... and then make us build better ones.
Where are we going to go? We don't know anywhere but here. This is our home."
"There's got to be a way to make the land work for you so you don't have to chop it up for development..."
"You are your father's daughter..."
"It makes me sick, babydoll. They're planting houses everywhere, on the tops of the hills and in the swamps. Everywhere thay can stick 'em as fast as they can. Why are they doing this all of a sudden?... just makes me sick."
"Your father's never lived more than 500 yards from here. What are we going to do? We won't be able to afford what they're talking about doing to this town. People who can afford to live in these high-end developments will take one look at our schools and laugh... and then make us build better ones.
Where are we going to go? We don't know anywhere but here. This is our home."
"There's got to be a way to make the land work for you so you don't have to chop it up for development..."
"You are your father's daughter..."
