Party Results
Bruce, feeling scruffy and a little foggy, was beginning to think his wife was right–partying on Sunday night may not have been the best choice–and that last beer, well . . .
There Goes the Neighborhood
Jack could only stand there and shake his head sadly; the new Forest Service signs said the area would be open to ATV’s in the summer and Snowmobiles in the winter. He hadn’t minded the loggers so much, they came, cut and then left, but this had a more permanent feel to it. All he could say was, “There goes the neighborhood.”