No. 1 and No. 5, my two favorite places are being gobbled up and hardly resemble the lands of my youth. I guess it is "progress". But I wish it would go away, frankly. A throughly stupid remark coming from someone who makes a living from all those mullets buying land, I might add.
For years along I-70, and probably still now, near Debeque or Parachute Creek, CO was a sign that said, "Don't Californicate Colorado" Crude, but apt.
I would add that I would embrace the influx much better if the people coming in embraced the culture and values of the place they "love to death". Instead they bring their zoning, laws, whining, and bellyaching with them. Made their fortune in Chicago or LA, now come back here, buy 5 times the land with the money, and start dictating to the locals. Money talks. I now live in a county with a county wide and totally unenforcable leash law which is enforced by a $100,000/yr budget for 2 officers and 2 pickups with dog catching equipment. We have private land owners who are forced into court to cut their own timber. A town with a tree law, for crying out loud. [sorry, but you cannot cut the tree hanging over your bedroom because we think it is cute] We are about to pass no fire zoning. I recall the days when the prairies were still burned off deliberately every spring. Our creeks were clean, now Tulsa is wanting to sue the chicken industry for polluting the creeks with the same chicken litter that has been used on the land here for 60 years. Study shows that less than 1/2 of phosphorus came from farming, the rest for construction and municipal plants. Are we going to depopulate the area for Tulsa's benefit? maybe, I have no objection. The newcomers gush about how green it is NW Arkansas. I remember the time before fescue grass when poor jo' and bromesedge was all that grew. Flint rock was exposed everywhere. The land was depleted. Chicken litter and fescue grass made this country in the 50's and 60's. Now farmers are environmental scum in the eyes of the Californians that have taken over the county. It stinks. My simple solace is the remark of an old timer once to a Texan who moved in (and later out). What you come here with is ours, its what you leave here with you can call yours. I would love to see the day when the Yankees head North with a Californian under one arm and a Texan under the other.
And it is not to slight any Yankee or Texan. I love to visit Texas and who can argue with the beauty of Pennsylvania and upstate New York? But folks I am going back home when I am done visiting you. I will not go into your NY cafe and ask for, nay demand, grits. Then sit loudly complaining about the food. And if the beer bar in Dixie, Texas does not have little umbrellas to put in my drink, so be it.
This week I have had to fight with a board of equalization that does not contain one native county resident. They have embarked upon a process of converting every small agricultural tract and quite a few big ones from agri rates to market value rates. One tract is 600 acres which sold $64000 worth of timber in the past 5 years...if that is not TIMBERLAND what is? The excuse why it was converted?? IT DID NOT HAVE A FENCE AROUND IT!!!!
And to top it all off, if these tracts are changed, the 10% tax cap will be evoked and the millage rates will have to be rolled back.
Ter, good buddy, welcome to my world. :lol:
This state is NOTHING like it was when I moved here about 24 years ago.
The parks that I used to take my dogs for walks in no longer allow dogs at all. The hiking trails are crowded and the funky little towns that I loved are being mowed down and replaced with Starbucks and McDonalds. The laid back atmosphere and attitude has nearly disappeared and is rapidly being replaced by movers and shakers. Very few mom & pop stores are able to compete with the incoming big box and chain stores.
As soon as I get this last son graduated and off to college I'm seriously considering cashing out my chips and moving somewhere else. Both of my brothers are selling out after being here for over 20 years, as well as a good number of my oldest friends. It breaks my heart, but this place will never be the same again.
Ha! Just as I was typing this message we got a call from ADT, the local alarm company, and apparently our business down in Denver has been broken into. Whoopie. 10:30 at night and we have to drive down to the city and see what's up. Pfffffffffffft! This place sucks.