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I’ve mentioned before that I have an entire group of ex Amish cousins who’ve moved near me from Ohio. And because they’re transplants (and because we’re all close in age and grew up with that weird cousin-bond) were all extremely close now. We don’t get together as much since Covid broke all our weekly ritual habits, but still I see them regularly. one of them (we’ll call him Bill because coincidentally, that’s his name) has a couple screws that just need to be tightened up a bit. He’s not developmentally off - he’s kind of an “Amish” off. When I was a kid, I thought some of the louder Amish who orated frequently but incorrectly about world events were just “news blocked”. They only had newspapers and word of mouth. And so I mentally “gave” them points for even being in the conversation, you know? Some are QUITE vocal about politics, you’d be surprised. Bill, however, lives HERE. In metro Atlanta. Has cable, internet, an iPhone, a fb account. He is a JUNKIE. Always always attached to some form of communication to the news world. but Bill (because he’s Bill) is always a hair sideways. Sooooo close - but his feet are never exactly on the mark. For example, whenever he refers to the plastic comfy fat shoes everybody in the entire world knows as CROCS, he calls them “gators”. This slays me every time. So much is he always always a hair off that my husband (who employs Bill at our shop) always says “Dammit, Bill!!!” When something goes wrong, even if Bill is in his own apartment 4 miles away. That’s his go-to swear phrase “Dammit, Bill!” ANYWAY long way to get you to know Bill... bill doesn’t believe Covid is real. I don’t mean he thinks we play it up too much or it’s time to open up or he thinks hiding from it is ridiculous. BILL is anti-Covid. It.Is.Not.Happening. Now it just happens that Covid is running rampant through their home base in OH. The 2 other cousins are worried SICK for their 90 YO mom, who is restless and lonely and wants OUT of Covid jail. we got together last night for a birthday in the group. As I walked up to the group of them the FIRST sentence out of Bills face was something sniping about all the stupid people who think Covid is real. And his ATTITUDE and his DELIVERY and his SELF RIGHTEOUSNESS makes me want to throttle him. There’s no “can we discuss?” Or “can you tell me how you reached that conclusion?” It’s just BAM. That’s what I think: therefore, it IS. As I’m walking up and hear that, my “greeting” came out “G-DAMMIT Bill, don’t start that SH-T!!!!!!!!!”. I’m saying this just as I’m walking up to the circle. I was watching my feet as I’m talking - when I looked up, all eyes were on me (including my husbands). 👀 that bothered me a lot. I broke my own rule. I’m always telling my husband, just let it go. Give him the _____. (Whatever craziness he’s stuck on today). It doesn’t matter. Who cares, really? Crocs/Gators it’s all the same. But I felt bad. Like I Beat a dog or something. Then this morning, I got this from another escaped Amish cousin. to get to our “circle” connection, you have to go backwards to our parents. In our circle would include 3 siblings and their first cousin. I wonder if they’re all gathered in a group somewhere marveling at the connection we’ve all maintained all these years. Who knew??

My parents were both HUGE veggie eaters, thankfully neither liked beets. That’s something that never makes my shopping cart. There are a couple other things that I promised myself as a child I would never ever eat as an adult. Squash. (The kind, in the south, made with onions in a skillet and come out squishy and disgusting). Rutabagas. Ewwwwwww. Greens: any greens. No collards, turnips, spinach, none of it. Nope. Neeerrrrp. I don’t like them, Sam I Am. @ChiCricket, no kidding, I remember very well CRYING when I stepped in the house after school to smell LIVER cooking. And then having to hide from my mother so she wouldn’t know I was crying. I don’t think I’m a supertaster, it’s all about texture for me. Most veggies are much better to me raw or nearly raw - grilled is not so offensive. My mother AND my grandmother, and my MIL for that matter cooked green beans past all recognition as an edible food. Roast them, steam them, sauté them - but don’t boil them to oblivion.

I had an experience with Etsy a couple months ago. Someone ordered all this crazy monogrammed stuff - beach wraps, monogrammed. Like you might put in a beach bag as a gift for bridesmaids is how it looked to me. I was jumping up and down screaming for 2 WEEKS about that. To Etsy, to my bank, to the supposed vendor. In the end I ate about $400 and changed a bunch of things. I hadn’t been nearby careful enough with my purchases before that because I’d never been bitten. Embroidery!!!!! Of all things. I was so insulted. (What I do for a living. Really??). I mentioned the movies have cranked back up. The one I’m doing now (I have to sign NDA’s) apparently has a cameo from Seinfeld (their names are on seats). Sometimes I want autographs so much!!!

@SunnyBeBe I know exactly what you’re saying. I mostly am at home and (thankFULLY!!!) working again. The movies are rolling again!! Being alone all the time makes me a little “meh” about Covid - even though I’m on the compound with 470 of my other “Jeffites” (jk!!) we really don’t interact as much as you’d think. When I go out, I have to find my mask. (More than once have had to come back home for it). Most days I sit here and know Covid is not good - and that it’s out there - (like the zombies up against the window in that commercial and the people are oblivious). but then...I have these moments when I go all screwy about it and am the sanitizing Queen! I will say this. My baby son (who is no baby, I assure you) has 2 almost 5 yr olds and one 2 yr old. And when I really think about it, it hurts my heart that they will really not remember a world pre-Covid. They won’t know a world of handshakes or hugs all around. Masks will be a thing engrained. Isn’t that weird to think about? I think for several months, I kept thinking this was a giant speed bump and we just have to hold our noses and get over it. It took me a long time to say “wait... CANADA closed its borders??? Can they DO that?? Isn’t Canada just a really enormous STATE that is really part of the US??” I only recently found out I don’t really do well with change. Plus (I’ve bitched about this before, sorry for the repeat) we fired our service manager in February (for cause). Good riddance. Except that then: Covid. So the business has been flat since March, and we couldn’t replace him. Meaning I’ve been home since March. WHAAAAAAAAAATTTT????? This is making me a crazy woman. I told my husband today that if he threw a tent (hell, a SLEEPING BAG!) in the the truck and said let’s go, I would hop in like a country dog. I’m not a fancy world traveler like so many of you - but I’ve sure never had THIS much grass growing under my feet! I want to GO! I’ve got places to see and people to meet! @Quof, you prompted a story. Over a hundred years ago, I worked in an office with 4 other girls. Back then we called ourselves secretaries. I was very young, and surprisingly, very mouthy (!!!). We had only cubicles separating us. We could hear whatever was going on around us. The front girl was the oldest of our group, far more established. She made quite a few personal calls every day. Whenever she identified herself to, say, the electric company or a repair company, she ways said “this is Mrs. Samuel L. Robertson and (blah blah)”. All of us younger smart mouths would roll our eyes and gag. One girl said “why don’t you give his rank, too?” Plus, she pronounced Mrs. as “Miz-Rez”. Eventually one day, she began a call like that and a voice from the corner yelled out “Tell them your name!” And of course, it became a theme. Every time she identified herself as a nameless wife, the whole office would yell “tell them your NAME!!” I don’t know why y’all read this junk. I annoy myself rambling sometimes.

First of all, let me just mention that I have a super summer birthday and was always personally happy I didn’t EVER have to sacrifice part of my day to school. You guys can have your crowns. I seriously never gave that a thought, that I was missing something. secondly (I love it when I get to say “secondly”), from the first moment of the Challenger disaster, I thought the astronauts themselves were blown to bits with the initial explosion. According to the Netflix doc, that’s a nay. They said the entire cockpit area was recovered. I do recall that they said Resnick had activated emergency oxygen of the pilot, who would have been seated directly in front of her. It seems (fuzzily) that she also activated another one as well, but I don’t believe her own was activated. They didn’t “say” it, but led viewers to believe that NASA allowed us all to think that they died instantly to spare us from the truth. I backed up and listened to that several times, because it was so concreted in my brain that they “poofed” into the clouds. Vaporized, was what I remember being said at the time. Even now, all these years later, it is extraordinarily disturbing to know they may have had some idea this was about to be a horrendous outcome. The speed at the time of impact was ungodly. I think (now) that NASA knew better the entire time and let us make up our own narrative. Someone else may remember better, but I don’t recall EVER having heard before the documentary that the cockpit was recovered.

I was early 20’s when the Challenger happened. It was a JFK/9-11 moment for me. I know exactly where I was. I really thought I had kept up with coverage (sans interenet those days). I followed it for a long time though. I just recently watched a doc on Netflix about it, and found out I’ve been pretty much not informed at all. I was sincerely AMAZED by what I didnt know. It’s a really good doc, not very long, seemed pretty genuine.

@doodlebug, one of my grands’ bday is Dec 27. I HAAAAAAATE that for her. It’s hard to get back in the saddle and celebrate when you’ve been junking out since thanksgiving, and coming up with another present idea is dang near impossible. In years past, we all meet at their house (part of the compound, of course) and sing happy birthday, give her a present, ignore the treats and walk back home. Seriously, poor baby, we smile - but we’re all thinking “UGH!!!” She’s a very very agreeable and well adjusted child. Laid back and happy most of the time. I rarely ever see her cross-ways. that being said, it’ll be interesting to hear what she ways about that December birthday when she’s grown. also, just because I ALWAYS tell this story - she was born in the car on the way to hosp. She was #4, too. You wouldn’t really think the feel of labor would have been a surprise.

@zoomama FIRST and FOREMOST, I am THRILLLLLLLLLLED BEYOND WORDS it’s not CANCER!!!!!!!!!!! i swear, I hear angels singing LAAAAAAAAAA!!! i am really sorry to hear you’re having so much trouble with the incision site. I’m sorry, and I’d certainly hug you if I could (virtual just doesn’t have the same ring to it anymore). but I have to say, my sorrow over your pain is SO amazingly tempered by the NOT CANCER thing - I’m almost (not quite) tempted to drop it in the “she’ll get over it” bucket. I won’t, because obviously this sucks and you’re having a great deal of trouble with it... but ITS NOT CANCERRRRRR!!!!! i was so worried. I am so happy!!!!

I don’t know what to make of the whole thing. It’s so bizarre to me I general. We both took pay cuts (but we own the company). Delta took cuts across the board (25% I think). It looks like everything is running at less than half. And yet... I see new construction happening all around me. I know a man currently building the first 3 houses of a new subdivision. There’s a huge new subdivision of houses between here and the shop - it’s filling nicely and they’ve cleared the roads for the second phase. One of our main customers at the shop is a shuttle service for Medicare/medicaid patients and they are running less than 50%. Our main shuttle service for airport parking is running 7 buses out of 100. Hotels are empty. Restaurants have adjusted to delivery but aren’t nearly at full speed. But. The construction. Who IS it functioning at full speed buying up new construction??? Near my son, three brand new houses have just completed and sold. Since March. And all this other new stuff. I must not be a risk taker in my heart. It actually gives me some anxiety when I see them breaking ground for new construction. I’m all about growth - but I’m far more into security. If someone even lightly suggested right now “let’s build a new house” or buy a car (and I neeeeeeeeeeed a car, I truly do!) I just can’t!!!!! I would laugh for DAYS if someone told me I had to commit right now. In fact, we had a muuuuuuuuch nicer, roomier, upscale house before buying my parents place and moving to a shoebox - but ended up with half the note in the process (and There is some vindication in THAT!!!). I just don’t understand. With the guy entire country operating at 30-50%, why aren’t we in far worse trouble financially??? Anyone besides me remember the interest rate being 22%? Gas prices shot through the roof and crippled the entire country. I can’t wrap my head around this dichotomy of having no money but getting in position to spend money. This always reminds me of My years in HR. (Which is where I learned the art of breathing under pessimism in the first place probably). If someone was really truly struggling in a job, just not making the changes, or just not quite able to perform, and people were meeting about them - maybe their boss was coming to see me, lining up the “squad” - that PERSON would come driving in to work in a brand new car. The logic escapes me. Alligators up your BUTT, dude, and you’re over at the dealership that night. They LEFT in style I guess... I know there IS an explanation, I know my brain just doesn’t work that way.

@jcbrown, I went out to hobby lobby one night, and while there bought 3 candies called Pecan Delights. It’s a Russell Stover, and if you love pecans. It is heaven in your mouth. Anyway, bought one for me, one for the sitter, one for my mom. We stood around in the kitchen and ate them, Mama laid her wrapper on the counter. We’re still just hanging, talking, about 5 minutes later and she sees the wrapper on the counter. She stomps over there, smashes it to make sure it’s empty and snipes “WELL. How did I miss out on THAT??” Another time, the sitter was here at lunch and had taken her to CFA. We always brought it home to eat. She only ate half the sandwich and said she didnt want the rest. She puts it back in It’s little pocket wrapper, writes her name on it (because... who knows?). They just sat at the table visiting for a little bit. Suddenly, Mama reaches over grabs that wrapped up sandwich and said “what’s that??” Opens it, sees the sandwich and declares “somebody left half a chick FIL A!! I’m eating that!” I should stop, I could do these alllllllll daaaaay long. One more: we always asked a blessing before we ate. (Once dementia got here, it was her job). And you all know how they get stuck on the hamster wheel sometimes and say the same thing over and over. So one night, after we were already eating, she says to whoever was next to her (hand gently on her arm) “we need to ask the blessin”. So we all put our forms down and she asks the blessing (again). A few minutes and she says (startled) “we didn’t say the blessin!” Yes, we did. YOU did it. I did? Well I don’t remember; let’s do it again”. A little while later, she says “did we say the blessin?” Yes ma’am, YOU did. I did?? Are you sure? Yep. But you can do it now if you want. Soooo she did. Fun times.

My husband uses an electric and it just seems nasty to me sitting out in the counter. I’m not a counter clutter fan either - but I know that somewhere in my life, I had a life altering moment. I don’t even know when. When I was a teenager, my brush, makeup, hair drier, curlers, barrettes - EVERYTHING lived on the countertop. But I’ll say this - my parents built this house (I bought the house when they died) as they could afford it. And Daddy built the bathroom vanities out of plywood. Luckily, they were forced to buy the sink piece. No drawers. Homemade cabinet = no drawers. If you opened the doors of the cabinet you were looking at the subfloor underneath. So all my stuff was out there, plus I had a younger sister vying for space. I love my Daddy, and I love that I live in the house that he built - although I complain about the hiccups. Plumbing, for example, was not his strong suite. We’ve done some upgrades. 🤣 Hey, just for fun: someone may remember I have Amish relatives (close ones, too - first branch of the tree). One set had a reunion this past weekend, but I’m only related by marriage and they are truly some of the WEIRDEST people. Starers, all. They like to creep right up to you and stare, with the brim of their black hat almost touching your forehead. So myself and another cousin with Amish roots were texting about that this morning and I drew this and sent it to him. I thought it was not too bad for a fingertip and an iPhone screen.

Dang. A TWENTY year old cat!!! 20 is officially no longer a pet. That cat had rights recorded in the Constitution.

@Jeeves, you make me so proud!! What kind of mattress is this thing? I bought a topper (only) to put on top of our crap bed in the big camper. We love that thing, and i bet if you worked at it, you could make it into a chair (by day). I bought another and hacked it to bits for the couch, and couch back in the small camper (Butterbean). I had enough left over to make 2 dog pads before we lost Rocky (my man!). It’s relatively easy to cut, and I just feel sure you could use it for a mattress AND a chair. I think ours is 4”, but you can get them up to 6. It’s called “gel” foam - so imagine my trepidation about cutting it. I had visions of The Blob. Thankfully, it didn’t turn out like that at all. ✔️

@rue721 I meant to mention this earlier - congrats on the successful lunch meeting!!! It’s been awhile, but I remember those days!! Ugh! 🥴

@Nysha, I really hate to be the one to confirm your suspicions - I think we’re all operating under the assumption that 2020 is apocalyptic and the best way to handle it is, in fact, peeking out of a closet. Be VEWY VEWY qwiet. Also, whatever happened with your missing sister? Good news Sunday... I don’t have anything amazing but I’m happy to be here and we’re all well. So that’s good. I’ll tell a story instead. I have a cocker spaniel - we have him groomed but keep his “skirt” moderately long. (Because he’s pretty and i like it). But the longer skirt and poofy legs means he has to be brushed on a regular basis. He normally stays parked under my left butt cheek. Generally, you can’t tell where I stop and the dog starts except he’s furrier. But if I stand up and walk about 8 feet and open the drawer where his comb lives - aaaaand SHEBAMMMMM!!! He is nowhere to be found.

Honestly, I swear I thought you were talking about my HAIR!!!!!! I did the doggie head tilt and went “did I mention my hair??” yes, I did try to highlight and delete, and cut and swearing and throwing the phone - you know, all the usual tricks. @Christina87 checked in a couple weeks after school started and was swamped. I love her love of music and teaching - we’re going to have to make her sign a contract to check in every month at least. Y’all don’t forget @Zoomama had surgery Thursday (I think). She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to check for a minute so let’s don’t forget to check on her. I have no clue how long before she feels able to respond. Dint forget Lookey either. They are really really walking through the fire right now. I cannot imagine.

Ok, I give up I sincerely hope she’s clean. This mess needs to be OVER!

I’m still trying to delete one of my pics. I mean... I want to leave ONE, because I’m cute for an old lady, right??

@Mrs. P., Dementia/Alzheimer’s is so common among the females in our family, all the girls in my age bracket joke about hurrying up and living before it gets us. I cared for my mother for the last 4 years of an almost 16 year ride. SIXTEEN YEARS!!! I mean, I was over here almost every day for those 16 years, but 4 years out, I became primary. And @SunnyBeBe, it’s the WORST WORST WORST disease ever. Although we have a not-too-often poster @MonicaM who is dealing with Parkinson’s and that’s a twin train wreck. This is going to sound TERRIBLE and I know it, but I had lots of years to ponder. What’s happened is that the world of medicine has evolved so much that we literally keep people alive much longer than we probably should. Before I took over my mothers care, I was the primary caregiver for my dad. He was 86 and healthy as a horse - until he wasn’t. When he suddenly wasn’t, I was dragging him all over creation, doc to doc, gathering more equipment, having more tests, looking for ANYTHING to keep him going - and when he died (at EIGHTY SIX), I felt like I’d failed him. I’d failed to keep him alive. My husband said “he’s 86!!!” I said (quote) “but he was 85 LAST YEAR and he was FINE!!!” But, honestly, I felt guilty about fighting so hard. I did. He did whatever I said, whenever I said, and I think I really stretched the limit. I should have accepted gracefully, and I didn’t. I think I did marginally better with my mom - I mean, I absolutely KNEW she would not want to continue in her state. I knew her well enough to know, if she’d been of sound mind, she would have said STOPPPPPPP!!!!! But. She wasn’t of sound mind and that’s one thing @SunnyBeBe left off - the total self centeredness. The selfishness that takes over. My mother - who helped strangers, bought groceries and paid bills for the less privileged, took care of the elderly and fostered many children (even adopted one) was practically screaming “don’t let me die, DAMMIT! DO SOMETHING FOR ME!!!” Everything was suddenly about HER. WHO IS THIS CREATURE??? since I’m bitching my brains out anyway, let me mention one thing that DROVE ME CRAZY: when they lose their face!!! The blank unhinged look in the eyes. The slackness of facial muscles because the brain doesn’t FIRE any more when their grandchild or even their CHILD walks in. Gone. The face goes slack, the eyes lose their sparkle. Nobody is home. OMG I so hate this disease. @Mrs. P. If your husband was diagnosed at 76, he’s not really “early onset”, which is generally a term applied to Alzheimers onset in the 50’s rage (to around 65, IIRC). It’s really kind of 2 different things. Honestly, the older “regular” version ought to run its course more quickly, as age related health issues should be a factor. It technically “should” depend on how healthy he was at diagnosis. My mother, who also suffered Type I diabetes, should have been a short ride. But no. Nooooope. For someone who had such a mountain of health issues, (a rare heart disease, high BP), she had taken really good care of herself, walked 2 miles every day, eaten a wonderful vegetable filled diet (disregarding her CFA sandwich at noon every stinking day). This girl was in it for the long haul. And so she stuck it out for 16 years. I’m not complaining and I would be wiping her every day still if she were here. It’s just brutal. Not a disease for the faint of heart, but the patient is unaware of the havoc and upheaval all about them. Maybe that stupid CFA increased her lifeline? I hate it. I hate it. it is horrific, it is, honestly the hardest thing you will EVER do. @Mrs. P., don’t let yourself feel like you’ve failed when you reach your limit. I assume you are about the same age as your husband. I was 30 years younger than my mom and it nearly killed me. You can only do what you can only do, and YOU are the only person on this planet who knows where that line is. There’s no rule book for these things. I’ve told my husband numerous times he needs to clean up his act and quit smoking - if he falls apart, I’m donating his body to science whether he’s in there or not. Just KIDDING!!!! (Sort of). @iwantcookies, maybe the doctors office should try to contact your insurance for faster approval, if it’s getting worse?? Hang in there, things will be better soon! @Scarlett45, you are my hero. Honestly.

From all of us to @lookeyloo if everybody clicks it, it makes us all be part of the pic. I’m the silver one with the big butt.

Mama June was heavier than Angela, I believe, although they probably shop the same stores. Also Mama June doesn’t have a chin to speak of. Also: in the spirit of full disclosure, I don’t know if she still lives there, but the “June” family used to live about 1.5 miles from my fat fanny. In my neighborhood, so to speak. Don’t judge MEEEEEEE (little Boo Boo went to elementary with my grands) @SunnyBeBe I don’t think you’ve lost it at all. Sometimes you just have to watch some pigs rolling in dirt to feel better about yourself. I mean, the other option would be picking up your bag at the drugstore and yelling at the clerk “I’M DONE!!! You hear me?? I’M DONE!!!!!!!”

Happy to oblige!!! HORRORS, I have pics of ANGELA on my phone!! Sadly, that’s not the worst if it - I actually had a pic of Danielle (Mohammed FRAUDED me!!) as my screensaver for awhile. This show is GOLD, I tell you! I should have posted a pic from her wedding. She was a big girl, got married in Nigeria in a white form fitting (from the waist up) partly sheer dress - with a kelly green bra underneath. If I’m lying I’m dying. I really can change the subject now - and just so you know, Doodle, I am ASHAMED of you. Ashamed FOR you. ASHAMED I say!!!

The top pic @ChiCricket posted reminds me of Dog the Bounty Hunter - and actually after the last wrap up season show, someone posted on a Reddit a side-by-side of Angela and Dog with the caption “who wore it better?”. the bottom one with the yellow top kinda sorta covering her bra - in the show featuring that lovely ensemble, she was leaving for the airport to fly to Nigeria. That was her “I’m an American” fashion statement. Aaaaaaaaand.......she wasn’t totally packed for her trip in the yellow blouse pic. She always has stuff crammed in her bra. Cigs, a lighter, money, snacks, keys, passport. Those things can always be seen sticking out - easy access. it just occurred to me: we are actually having a Halloween party on the compound (and this ought to be FUNNNNN!!!! No kidding, it’s the first year all the kids have managed to be in age ranges close enough to all be able to invite friends to the same party. There will still be eye rolling and “you’re such a CHILD” thoughts but still - I think it might be fun for them. It’s too bad none of them would know Angela; I think I could pull that off. My granddaughter is lobbying for Joe Exotic and Carole Baskin.

I’ve been posting on this particular forum for years, and the only Duggar show I ever saw was when Jill got married. I didn’t watch the other weddings, but found photos. (Completely OT, but I thought both Jessa and Jinger had stunning wedding dresses. I loved the blush Jessa wore, I loved the style, I thought that was a lovely dress. Jingers dress was sort of classy, from what I remember. But I saw a pic of all 46 bridesmaids in Jingers wedding and I didn’t love all that fall color mixup - just too much going on - but then there really were about 46 of them so... what’reyougonndo??). but 90DF is my triple chocolate fudgy delight for the week. I loooooove that show. [Disclaimer: it is TRASH TV, people. I promise I’m not in it for the educational value, good editing or smart choices. I know it’s trash. It is such garbage. And Angela - holy cow... there have been several that are noteworthy, but Angela is the QUEEN. YOU CANT TELL MEEEEEE WHAT TO DO, i’M AN AMERICAN!!!!]. because CLEARLY, Americans are superior. and anyway, all of THAT to say Angela is from Waycross, Georgia. And obviously, I need to drive down there and pick up some fashion tips and get my hair did. @SunnyBeBe, I cannot even believe you know about that show. I know you have higher standards. High five @ChiCricket! (How’s the eye thing going?) what’s going on with Angela’s chest in that one pic?

That’s funny - nope I’m close enough to underhand a pebble into the centerfield. (Ok, slight exaggeration). I can hear them practice, I’ll say that. Practice sounds like this: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAOOOO....... (silence silence silence) WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAOOOOO i can only hear them when they’re on the opposite side of the track. If they’re on my side, all that concrete forces the noise the other way. did you pick Waycroas because I remind you of Angela??? Dear God. But.... Georgia is full of “Waycross”.