There goes the neighborhood

There’s place I don’t go to but that’s only because I don’t know where it is. It’s a place where there is no Bon Jovi, Bon Jovi fans or paid for anti-virus software. A place where everybody understands how magnets work. A place where there are no Star Wars prequels. A place where the writings of Paulo Coelho kick the living bejaysus out of the writings of Dan Brown and then writes about it. Last week I thought I found the place but the residents are fearful for the future:


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