That’s what my late Aunt Mary said when I first told her we were planning to move from the family home town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to the terrible high desert of New Mexico. That she was at least partly right obscures the more obvious point of her losing a personal representative in the person of a surly nephew on her old home turf. Chestertown without a “Farr” in residence was unthinkable, so she lashed out to gain control. Guess that worked out kind of wrong.
“But It’s a Wasteland!” [Revised]
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