There Goes the Neighborhood
Jack could only stand there and shake his head sadly; the Forest Service people were putting up signs that 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” . . . . David, Sf.G.