Showing posts with label Hwy 29. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hwy 29. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Walled Cities

The walls of Jericho aren't tumbling down anywhere near rural Georgetown. Instead, everywhere Fiorella looks, walls are being built around new subdivisons, as if to protect the homeowners from the non-gated savages like Fio that roam the boondocks. Fio thinks the walls are a developer fad that will soon pass, but in the meantime, they're eyesores. And she bets the rancher who lives across Hwy 29 and has a walled city being constructed next to his property is not too thrilled either. Gonna spook the cows.




Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Acting Out

Face it, Fiorella--you lost your cool. You went ape-shit crazy when the home health care people didn't appear--again--and  you hit eighty as you sped down Hwy 29 toward the hospital because you wanted to pick up a police escort. You couldn't take it anymore and wanted the whole world to know what was going on.

You are definitely not cut out to be a nurse.