I like Melrose because I can go anywhere and really be in a bank. There is like 11 of them in 3 square miles. Its great. Not overkill at all. I like the fact that I can have my nails done at any one of its 17 nail salons or grab a bite at my choice of 22 sub shops. The 200 year old telephone building - turned police station is such a nice place for a photo shoot, especially at night. Oh and I remember being 6 at the Victorian fair and seeing the booth collecting for funds to clean up ell pond and theyve been gathering up funds ever since. And now look how clean it is. See what persistence can do!?
I like Melrose 'cuz there are really no negative people living here.
But seriously, you live in the place that makes you happy, don't you? If you're not happy, then what keeps you here? As for the political stuff, if you don't like what's happening, you can either try to do something about it, whine about it, or do nothing depending on how important the issue is to you. Seems like most Avondjurken 2013 of the unhappy people are choosing the middle one there.
Personally, my life has been mostly happy here; not perfect, but pretty darn good. I agree with Geezer. There are a LOT worse places to be. On Saturday's, I would walk my dog (a beagle) down to the shop and ask the guy if he had any free dog bones I could have. How could he resist a 12 year old kid standing there Korte Avondjurken with his dog and the dog almost wagging his butt off, right?
He would cut the bone with an electric saw type thing so one end looked like a hip bone joint and the other end was cut off so Digger could get at the tasty stuff in the middle. The Butcher cut it to a perfect beagle size and, once outside, Digger insisted on carrying it home all by himself, not a short walk by the way. That bone must have weighed at least a pound or two. He would strut ahead of Korte Trouwjurk me, his head (and the bone) up in the air, as if he was hoping the other dogs in the neighborhood would see how lucky he was.
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