You know, I thought that Provo was a town, and a college town at that. What I did not realize was that it is also farm country. Caroline and I have discovered that our neighbors are raising some dinner in a box out back, you know something that might show up at KFC one day. It is rather odd to see young college boys keeping a chicken in a tiny doghouse.
Our power getting shut off, chickens, four abandoned houses on our street, a neighbor who likes to get drunk and dance on his roof, I am starting to wonder what kind of street it is that we actually live on. Next thing you know we will starting people walking pigs down street as pets.
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Provo ain't for sissies...at least the street we live on. The funny thing about Provo is that while most neighborhoods in other cities are similar, Provo is really classified more on a block by block basis. As you see, we apparently live in a warp of some kind.
Hmm... we might be a little more hesitant with dinner invitations from now on.
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