Learning when to speak up and when to keep your head down and shut up

These are two life lessons that I come to a little late in life. I may have mentioned a time or two before about being an only child. Perk – everything for me. Con – nobody to argue with and hence never being afforded the opportunity to learn about not always just speaking your mind, regardless of your audience. Some people are born knowing when to stand up, speak up and fight it out and when it’s time to just keep quiet and soldier on. Having kids first introduced me to these concepts, but social media has driven the lesson home.

As many, some, or at least one of you know, we have a situation in Georgina right now, Keswick specifically, with a HUGE developer wanting to build a 1000+ house subdivision in the middle of the North Gwillimbury Forest. And if not there, than directly across the road on protected countryside lands. The developer owns the lands in question but since receiving the ok for a 1000+ mobile home development on the forest lands 25 or so years ago, nothing has been done to move the project forward and the forest has remained intact and flourished. And while the forest grew, laws changed and society has (generally) woken up to the consequences of the alarming rate at which we are destroying our surrounding natural habitats and essential wetlands. Flash forward to 2015 and the developer decides that the time is NOW to destroy either the forest or countryside to build a fucking TRAILER PARK or yet another over-crowded, un-serviceable subdivision.

In case my feelings on the subject are not abundantly clear, I disagree with the developers position. And because I disagree, I support The North Gwillimbury Forest Alliance (NGFA) in their fight to keep the forest, protected wetlands and countryside in Georgina just that, PROTECTED.

Yes, they own that land, but are the signs really necessary? Seems like a pretty aggressive stance to take in a community your company is trying to "grow."

Yes, they own that parcel land, but are the signs really necessary? They are now posted at regular intervals on both the forest lands and farmlands owned by this company. It seems like a pretty aggressive stance to take in a community that your company is trying to “grow.” Oh, and yes. That is a forest you see behind the sign.

So, how does all of this fit in with learning when to keep my mouth shut or get out there and speak out? Where does this big lesson from social media come from? I’ll tell you.

I posted an update that the NGFA emailed to its supporters on a Facebook group specific to Georgina and issues involving the town. With the link, this is EXACTLY what I added to the post:

Heartsick does not begin to describe how I’m feeling with this newest update. So disappointed in our newly elected Mayor and council (save for Councillor Dave Neeson). May as well left Grossi in power, if the developers were going to continue to dictate the future and landscape of our town.

Perhaps strongly worded, but I feel strongly about what is happening (or not happening) on this issue. There were reply comments almost immediately and things quickly spiraled away from the issue of doing the right thing, ethically and legally and in the best interest of our town, and turned into, what I can only say was bullying behaviour. By adults. Really? Luckily, I tend not to bite when baited and I was able to say my piece and quietly leave, but in the meantime, a few commenters were virtually ‘high-fiving’ each other for irrelevant or snide remarks the other made, obviously feeling very proud of themselves for putting me in my place. They were only interested in attacking me personally, when I was only interested in discussing a very serious and time-sensitive town issue that will have repercussions for our town for generations to come. A few came to my defense, and to those posters, I am thankful, especially for confirming for me that what I was reading was bullying and for letting me know that others also saw the comments of these two people for what they were – argumentative, mean-spirited and misplaced.

I felt that it was important to bring the issue to the forefront and get a real discussion going, to get people to see just what the big deal really is, and that was my motivation for posting the link. I believe that I have posted to that group on two separate occasions and on each of them, one of these same people has zeroed in and attacked me personally, rather than discussing the merits of the issue. I do not know this woman (nor do I want to know her), I know nothing more about her than her Facebook profile and posts tell me. And she knows only that much about me. I do know that she isn’t only offended by my opinions, that she has run-ins or arguments with many people in various groups, so at least I am secure in the knowledge that this time, with this person, it really isn’t me, it’s her.

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So, thank you social media, for making sure that I learn the lesson up close and personal. The forest and preventing the development of our beautiful protected lands is something worth standing up for, but that particular Facebook group is not the place for me to do so, so I am choosing to keep my head down and soldier on, silent in that group and other groups in which they post. I’ll continue to try to spread the word and gain support for the protection of our small town green space on here, on the Facebook page for The Keswick Blog and my personal page.  I have so many wonderful things to focus on to bother wasting my time or effort arguing with people who want only try to bully and belittle others in general, and me in particular. I see my choice not as a sign of weakness, but rather a show of strength, maturity and personal growth. See? I can adult when I have too. 😉

My six-year-old son drew this for me on last weekend.  And it may not be true globally, but to him it is, and that's really all that matters to me.

My six-year-old son drew this for me last weekend. And while it may not be true globally (since nobody really knows who I am), to him it is true, and that’s really all that matters to me. The opinions I really value belong to those people who I know and respect – friends and family fall into that category. Oh, and Carl Hiaasen, I value his opinion too. He just gets it.

I’ve taken on another adventure – Epicure in the ‘wick

I’ve been A.W.O.L. for a while now, unable to do much of anything other than basic ‘life’ and have, in all honesty barely been doing an adequate job at that, but amidst all of my mediocre efforts/results at ‘life’, I recently decided to become an Independent Epicure Consultant.

I have never done anything like this before. I’ve purchased from other women selling various products – Thirty-One, Grace Adele, Scentsy (currently investigating, never purchased yet), so I can appreciate the actual process of catalogue purchasing, but I’ve never decided to try to SELL anything like this before.

Most of the companies are started by women, for women and Epicure is no different. But one difference is that it was started by CANADIAN women Canadian women. And I kind of dig that. Also, I have a terrible time finding products that I feel that I can trust, are limited or devoid of chemicals, additives (like MSG, tonnes of sodium, tartrazine, etc.) that I can afford to purchase ON A BUDGET. Enter, Epicure with amazing food products, cook and bakeware, recipes, and teas. If you enjoy cooking, or just really good tasting food, it’s worth a second look.

If you’d like to check out the current catalogue, or even place an order or host your own party (online is fine – not everyone has time to have 10 people over to their house for a tasting party), here is the link to my consultant site (Canadian shipping addresses only). Everything from Epicure is gluten-free, so no worries on that front, and many items are now Non-GMO verified (and more are going through the process all the time), which, for me, when it comes to what I am feeding my family, is increasingly important.

February Specials - The After Ate tea is to die for, but so is just about everything else here!

February Specials – The After Ate tea is to die for, but so is just about everything else here! Is it smart for a self-diagnosed Food Junkie to be working a business in the food industry? I don’t know, but I’m going to have a ton of fun finding out!

So, while I want to do so many things everyday/week/month (oh, I also, joined the gym, am trying to re-teach myself piano, trying to write consistently, photograph my rapidly growing babies regularly, keep the house reasonable, the meals prepared, the clothes washed (if not folded and put away), work and earn at four part-time jobs and now Epicure too!), I continue with to struggle of trying to be everything to everyone, do everything I want, need and must do, and falling short at every turn. But slowing down or downsizing what I take on doesn’t appear to be part of my DNA.

But, at the end of the day, I just need to do better, work harder, try more and I’ll achieve my goals. Right? Isn’t that the way we’re told life works? I sure hope that wasn’t just a great big lie that I’ve fallen for.

My character challenge for the second half of February.

My character challenge for the second half of February.

Halloween Dress Rehearsal and a death-a-versary

Keswick Public School had a family dance tonight. Since a couple of our smalls attend there, I dressed up my crew and off we went. And we had FUN! If you’ve never danced with a couple of four-year-olds, I highly recommend it.

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I am not sure if I will have a Ninja Lord, Cowgirl, Spider-Man, and Skeleton tomorrow night for trick or treating (minds and costumes change rapidly around here) but I had them tonight. And I’m mindful that these moments are limited time offers, so I am holding them close to my heart.

Also tonight, I am quietly marking the 24th anniversary of my father’s passing. 42 was too damned young to go, I wish I had more time with him, and I really wish that he could see my smalls on this, his most favourite holiday of the year. It took me a long time to be able to enjoy Halloween after he passed, but every year I derive more happiness from the day and look forward to sharing stories and memories of him with my kids.

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I will never call my daugher ‘Ladybug’ again and here is why.

So I learned something today. Disappointingly enough, it turns out that ladybugs are assholes.

There. I said it. And I don’t regret it. Ladybugs are absolutely outright assholes.

And they are a bitey bunch. I know this to be true because a few of those assholes bit me this afternoon. And I did not appreciate that at all. It made me feel rather stabby.

I also did not appreciate having to re-wash an entire load of laundry because said assholes decided to descend upon my lovely fresh laundry as soon as I hung  said laundry outside on the line. I swear they were like a fat chick (um, yes, that would be me) on a chocolate fountain (yeah, yeah, it was just once and I paid for the damage. Stop judging me).

My photographic evidence (of the ladybugs, not the chocolate fountain) are not all that convincing, because by the time I remembered to take pictures, they had already left their diabolical signatures all over my laundry, so it looks like I hung stained, nasty clothes on the line. But I did not do that. Because that would be weird and bordering on insane and while I may be both of those things, I do not enjoy hanging out laundry enough to bother hanging dirty clothes out there just for a photo-op.

Are you kidding me? I count 11 ladybugs and see one more coming in for a landing!

Are you kidding me? I count 11 ladybugs and see one more coming in for a landing!

This poor crib sheet was cleaner going into the washing machine the first time around...

This poor crib sheet was cleaner going into the washing machine the first time around…

You have GOT to be kidding me with this, right? They are SO TINY. How did this make this much mess? Oh wait. I say that about my kids too.

You have GOT to be kidding me with this, right? They are SO TINY. How did this make this much mess? Oh wait. I say that about my kids too.

It is a lime green crib sheet. I add bleach, I kill it.  I don't add bleach and my small sleeps on ladybug shit. Honestly now, who in their right mind deals with these kinds of issues? Certainly not me, I haven't been in my right mind since the 1990's.

It is a lime green crib sheet. I add bleach, I kill it. I don’t add bleach and my small sleeps on ladybug shit. Honestly now, who in their right mind deals with these kinds of issues? Certainly not me, I haven’t been in my right mind since the 1990’s.

And so, I will never call my only daughter ‘Ladybug’ again. I think I would prefer to call her my sweet ‘Praying Mantis.’  It may not have the same cute ring to it, but a praying mantis has never bitten me and decimated my couture and Fruit of the Looms. (Of course, we all know what female praying mantises do do though, right? If not, click here and then hold on to your seat!)

So, the long and the short of it is, I washed the laundry. I hung the laundry. The ladybug brigade came swooping in and shit all over it. I re-pre-treated and re-washed the laundry. I conceded the win to the ladybugs when I later tossed the re-washed laundry into the dryer (during the low hydro peak time, of course). Heeeeeyyyyy now. Wait a minute.

Fuck. They got me. The hydro company has finally figured out a way to force me to use my dryer. I’ll bet if someone (not me) somehow got into the sinister secret areas of the hydro company, they would find millions and millions of ladybugs, just waiting to be deployed daily, forcing us to abandon our efforts to reduce our usage and hence our monthly bills. But really? Sending the bitey kind was just evil. The shitting, messy kind would have sufficed.

Well played Hydro Company. You blackhearted reprobate. You shall have your extortion money and your pound of flesh (but only because my people like having electricity). Oh, and lastly, ya’ll owe me for the antiseptic cream and bandages (the Hello Kitty kind, ifyouplease) – those ladybugs have killer fangs/teeth/stingers/owie-makers.

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One high speed car chase does not a vigilante make. It takes at least two.

Once, years and years ago, my son Declan and I were dropping off a bunch of things for donation at our local Goodwill. It was a Sunday, so they were closed, and so as per usual, we left our things with the other donations piled close to the entrance. We unloaded the car, hopped back in and left, hanging a left out of the parking lot which lead us to drive past the Goodwill once again.

As we were driving by, I saw that a nicely kept, newer minivan was parked in the space we just left and that a woman and her son were going through the boxes and bags that Declan and I had just unloaded. I swung into the parking lot across the street and watched for a few moments, because I could not believe what I was seeing. I could feel my blood pressure rising, watching this woman load the items that Declan and I had JUST DONATED to charity into her newer-than-mine vehicle. I decided that I had to try to confront her.

Now, realize that this was before everyone and their grandma had a cell phone, smartphone, digital camera, dash cam, YouTube, etc. We had brickish, heavy, blocky cell phones that only stored a few numbers and dialed and received calls – no pictures, no texting, no internet, no 24/7 connectivity with the rest of the world. So, thusly disconnected from our friends and family, off we drove back into the Goodwill parking lot, and rolled right up on her. She knew she was busted. She knew that she was stealing, that she was doing the wrong thing and that I was ANGRY.

She took off. I took off after her. I got her license plate, but I still followed her to just shy of the airport (from Scarborough, for any of you familiar with the area). For those not familiar – that is fuck far. And she was scared, driving erratically and I was single-mindedly in pursuit. What was I going to do if I actually got her? No flipping idea – I was just do infuriated that she would take her kid and STEAL from the GOODWILL, items that MY KID and I just DONATED. You know, TO HELP OTHER PEOPLE.

So, while we’re flying along the 401, I can see her son WALKING around inside her almost brand-new minivan (needs to steal from charity?), playing with a toy that I KNOW that my son just gave away “so another kid who doesn’t have any toys can maybe play with it, Mummy.”

And then, I just stopped. I took the next exit and headed home. Explaining to my child why we would continue to do the right thing, and why when we see someone doing the wrong thing, causing harm, that we cannot sit quietly by and pretend not to see it. That we must act, because it is the right thing to do. Now, I did also explain that typically high-speed highway chases are rarely the exactly right thing to do either, but that because we had her license plate and vehicle information that we could let the store know and they could decide what action, if any, to take. In the meantime, since it’s highly unlikely that someone drove 45 minutes or longer to hit up that exact CLOSED Goodwill, I cost her a ton of gas and time that day (I was driving a little economy car, so it cost me far, far less than it did her ;))

I never much thought about what I now call the ‘Reverse Donation’ before that day, but ever since that day, I have been hyper-pissed off whenever I see someone looting the donation drop offs. I don’t usually have a camera or other means of recording it, but this past weekend, I did have a camera with me, so I did capture what appears to be yet another mother-son team in a minivan doing the Reverse Donation with a Twist – treating it more like an exchange program than a straight up DONATION program.

Stealing sucks. Stealing sucks even worse when you involved your kids. Don’t suck.

If the sun hadn't been directly in my eyes and making it impossible for me to know if I was actually getting the pictures that I was trying to get, I would have had about ten times this number of pictures. Mr. KB told me later that Ms. Reverse Donation with a Twist was waving at me for a bit, but I didn't see that. I wish I had a picture of it though!

If the sun hadn’t been shining directly in my eyes and making it impossible for me to know if I was actually getting the pictures that I was trying to get, I would have had about ten times this number of pictures. Mr. KB told me later that Ms. Reverse Donation with a Twist was waving at me for a bit, but I didn’t see that. I wish I had a picture of it though!

 

A new look for a new year

Now, if I could just lose 50 pounds, figure out how I’d like my hair done, and work up the courage to use my (very beautiful, very fancy, and very scary) brand new pressure cooker, then a new look for the blog would seem far less monumental.

But for now, it’s pretty much all I got.

And I did not win the lottery on Friday night, despite the fact that I bought a ticket and I was completely ready to win and make life a whole lot better for a whole bunch of people.  Way to screw things up, Lottery Gods.

Oh, and I could tell you about the time I shopped at the Keswick Wal-Mart after 10 p.m. but it would be a lie.  Because the Keswick Wal-Mart hates Christmas.  Or money.  Or Keswick.  Or Keswick Christmas money.  Why else would they not be having Christmas hours and forcing us to drive to Newmarket to spend that same money at the Newmarket Wal-Mart (open until midnight!), the Superstore (24/7, people.  24/7 until the 23rd.  Then they are closing earlier on the 24th.  Because they like Christmas and want people to be happy.), or Toys ‘r Us which is doing their usual open until midnight schtick.  Not to get on a Wal-Mart tirade (everyone is doing them) but seriously, what other possible explanation could there be for not having Christmas hours?  DOLLARAMA is even staying open before Christmas until 11 p.m.  (Spoiler alert: a lot of you may be receiving gifts from the dollar store this year.  Don’t be offended.  The dollar store is the new department store, donchu know?)

We spied a possum in our backyard this morning.  No, we didn’t shoot it, trap it, or otherwise harm or consume it.  We just watched it scurry across the icy snow and into our neighbours yard.  But just saying the word ‘possum’ can sort of make one feel a little rednecky.  Luckily, I’m pretty sure that the whole not eating him thing saves us from wearing that particular badge of honour.

In other news, it is now three days until Christmas and the clock is tick, tick, ticking.  Time to start your shopping.  But don’t bother with Wal-Mart in town.  They’ll only break your heart.  Oh, and I’m partial to things that sparkle (no glitter, please).

Mr. K.B. and our smalls totally rocked the gingerbread this year.  Ho, ho, ho!

Mr. K.B. and our smalls totally rocked the gingerbread this year. Ho, ho, ho!

RoadKill or Road Kill. It’s all good.

It is easy to forget that the place where you live is not the only place in the world.  It is easy to forget that what is easy and readily available at home may not be the ‘same’ somewhere else.  It is easy to fall into the trap of thinking that the events and experiences you have close to home are the BEST EVER.  Think about it.  We have Carrot Festivals, Potato Festivals, Apple Festivals, Maple Syrup Festivals, Cheese Festivals and oh sweet Jesus there is now even a Chocolate and Sweets Festival nearby (Lord have mercy on my thundering thighs).  We go to Demolition Derbys, Tractor Pulls and small town ‘Idol’ competitions.  We get fleeced for midway ride tickets and smaller and smaller bags of cotton candy.  We check out classic car shows, cruise nights and the drive-in movies.  We eat at rib fests, chip trucks and have fish fries in the backyard.  All good, yes?  Just wait.

I thought that we had it all.  I discovered while driving through West Virginia last month that I could not have been more WRONG (or wronger, if you’re my five-year-old).  Now, stop me if ya’ll have already heard of this, attended one, or have one as an annual family tradition, but I’m talking about the West Virginia RoadKill Cook-off.  This is a real thing.  And according to information card I picked up at the Welcome Center, the RoadKill Cook-off has been featured on the Discovery Channel, Travel Channel and the Food Network.  I actually watch two out of three of those channels on occasion and have NEVER heard of this fantastical festival of O.M.G. and W.T.F. cuisine.  And it makes me wonder, what the hell else am I missing out on staying safely tucked away in my Keswick cocoon?

A Buzzard and a Rat have a date.  I wonder what they have for dinner?   I wish this was my original artwork, but it's not.  Copyright - Pocahontas County, WV.

A Buzzard and a Rat have a date. I wonder what they have for dinner?
I wish this was my original artwork, but it’s not. Copyright – Pocahontas County, WV.

Before I head off in a completely opposition direction that my original intent of this post, let me fill you in on the bounty that is to be had at the RoadKill Cook-off.  A quote directly from the advertising card stock:

If you’ve ever wanted to taste dishes like squirrel gravy, or teriyaki marinated bear or deer sausage, this is the place for you to be!

Can I even count how many times I’ve been sinking my teeth into a slice of pizza or a fork-full of Caesar salad, only to stop and think to myself, “hmmm, this may be good, but what it really needs is some marinated bear meat to make it delicious!” Actually, that is a lie.  Because I can count how many times.  Zero!  None!  Never once.  But, if you have or are having a hankering for some a RoadKill special do not despair. The Autumn Harvest Festival and RoadKill Cook-off are coming up on September 28, 2013 and all you need to do is get your ass down to Marlinton, West Virginia, which is found in Pocahontas County (am totally not making this up!) that day.  You can be digging into your skunk goulash starting at 10:30 a.m. and probably eat all day.  “Judgin’ starts at noon.” Not to spoil any surprises, but the 2012 Cook-off results were:

1st Place Winner and Showmanship – The Ridge Runners
Stuffed Bear-Ron-A-Soar-Us

2nd Place Winner – East Meets West Virginia
Venison and Rabbit Stew

3rd Place Winnner – Woodrow Woodrats
South of the Border Nachos

People’s Choice
Pocahontas County Pro Start – Porcupine Stew

In thinking about this and writing it all out, it may be very environmentally friendly and responsible to cook and eat roadkill.  I wonder if there would be a restaurant opportunity for a Roadkill Roadhouse in Keswick.  I mean, I see dead shit potential entrees on the road all the time, so procuring product would not be a problem.  Granted, it’s never occurred to me to stop and grab it for dinner, but I may have been thinking about it all wrong.  Focusing too much on the ‘EWWWW’ factor and not enough on the ‘waste not, want not, save the planet’ factor.

Or, maybe not.  As much as I love being in business for myself (when I am), I think that trying to sell to others what incites and over-stimulates my gag-reflex at the mere thought of, may not be the best business model.  But that could be me listening to Negative No-No instead of Positive Fuck-Yes, again.

Anywhooo.  Book that vacation time, check your oil, grab your passport and kids or friends or whoever is down with going (but not your pets.  Leave them at home, they could end up on the wrong side of the table, I worry is all).  But whatever you do, get thee to West Virginia and TAKE PICTURES.  Lots of pictures.  And let me know when you get back.  I know that these will be vacation pictures I will happily look at with you and promise not to roll my eyes or be bored even once.  Even if every third picture is a duck-faced selfie of yourself.  Do not bring me back samples.  Pictures will satisfy my needs this time.

And, just in case you think that I am making this shit up (as if I could!), here’s the link to the Festival and Cook-off.

Soooooo.  I need to know.  What do you think – should Keswick give this whole RoadKill thing a spin to bring in revenue and a little bit of FUN into our lives, or should we stick with clearing forestland for subdivisions, pouring tax dollars into never fixing the roads properly so they need to be re-done on nearly an annual basis and planting trees under hydro lines so they will need to be cut down and new ones planted in a few years – a.k.a. job rejuvenation/creation/security through corrupt incompetence and irresponsible spending.

Just trying to improve world’s opinion of Keswick.  One dead squirrel at a time.

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I went on vacation and things exploded around here

I came home to Keswick only to find that my garden vegetables converted into the vegetable equivalent of ‘Girl’s Gone Wild’ meet ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ zucchini nation

contrasting veggies

mondo zucchini

mondo's mini-me

unripened heritage tomatoes

They're supposed to ripen and be purple, but so far they all look green to me.  Must be from hanging out with the zucchini bullies.

They’re supposed to ripen and be purple, but so far they all look green to me. Must be from hanging out with the zucchini bullies.

These were our normal zucchinis before our vacation.  Large, but not ridiculously so.  Apparently, my presence stunts their growth.  Perhaps the universe is telling me to stay on vacation?!?

These were our normal zucchinis before our vacation. Large, but not ridiculously so. Apparently, my presence stunts their growth. Perhaps the universe is telling me to stay on vacation?!?

More about our vacation later, but in a nutshell, we DROVE to Florida, we DID NOT do DIsney, our kids had a FABULOUS time, and gas station washrooms in the South see A LOT more action than their counterparts to the north.

Now, I’m off to find some kick-ass recipes for zucchini pickles, this family can only eat so many cookies 😉

 

 

What the people of Keswick want to know. Where’d it go?

In the beginning, Keswick (finally) got a Bargain Shop (TBS!).  Then Wal-Mart opened.  Bad news for TBS!, so they closed their doors (and are currently undergoing a court-supervised corporate restructuring, complete with Notice to Creditor orders and the like (ruh roh – See the Court documents here).

Then time and money was spent renovating, painting and beautifying the old store.  This was not without mystery and intrigue, let me tell you.  And finally, the much-anticipated opening day! What was this painted neon green storefront?  Keswick need not wait too long to find out.  MyMark was here.  And it was clean.  And it still carried the same over-priced stuff that TBS! did, but added some new over-priced stuff (the wall of overpriced bulk candy was an admiral attempt to get those “Mommy, I’ll stop screaming if you buy me a cup of candy” dollars).  But unlike the former TBS! store, it was clean and bright inside.  And never busy.  There was never a lineup at the cash.  The hours of operation matched those of the neighbouring Dollarama, so as to cater to those among us who commute to work and need to shop after 5 or 6 o’clock in the evening.

And then the store hours got shorter.  They now closed earlier than any other store in Glenwoods Plaza.  There were fewer and fewer people shopping there (just a guess, no empirical data to back it up, other than the ‘store closed’ sign currently in the window).  And somewhere between two and four months after the big Grand Opening, they were gone.  And now, today, after performing some half-hearted Google searches, Facebook checks (meh, I’m tired, shoot me), it would appear that My Mark never really existed at all, so completely have they erased the cyber evidence of their retail operations.

And now, the big lime store sits empty and alone, like a beacon in the night, warning the other would-be discount stores: “Just because you build it, doesn’t mean the Keswickians will come. Unless you’re building a discount pajama bottoms and Beer Store.  Then they’ll come for sure.”

Photo credit: Jayda Fox

Photo credit: Jayda Fox

If I could have but two things today, they would be

1) To have a local paper that employs someone to review copy before it goes to print:

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and;

2) I would like to have stores at least try to fool me into thinking that I am getting a deal when I shop with them:

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What would be your two things today?

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