In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

It is life in a huge city……

I find the best places to walk. I am not as appreciative of life, when humanity is massed to the point of sardines in cans and thus, I walk and find the outside of that can…

It reminds me so much of my upbringing in America. A time when people walked, talked and pumped water out of a well by hand….roads were gravel and kids ran amok to get to the creeks and fields to play…

You may be happy with nowadays?

But I remember days of riding a bike for hours and hours and never (I or my parents) had a fear in the world. It was safe in America then…

WtR

About the author

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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