recreation: maine
it's late and i haven't seen a light for miles. my ratty ford pickup chauffer's me down the mile of bumpy dirt road to my house. my cigarette burns slowly from my lips and my new flanel shirt my wife bought me is tugging in the sleves. i suppose i haven't worked this shirt in yet. the light is on in my humble home and i'm sure my loving wife will understand why i've been out so late tonight. this is where i live, in the rural part of town just past the furthest point you would think someone would choose to live. the lake down the hill from my backdoor opens up to a lake and i am content. this is all i've ever wanted out of life. my job as editor of the town paper has really helped me out this year with my financial situation. christmas can be a little extravagant this year. i can finally deliver the christmas my family deserves. we're an old fashioned family and until the kids get older and into real school we remain to be a one income house. i vowed that my children would learn to canoe, swim and fish before they learn to speak and thus far i can only say i'm blessed. my modest home, my modest income and my modest life. i own a quad, my dignity, my morals and in doing what i have to do to attain it all. the smell of the trees surrounding my yard and the color off of the lake in the fall remind me of everything i have that you can not obtain. this is my final resting place.