"hoot and coo" what do ya'll smoke out there in Alpine?
A beautiful city by the way
Cant beat the lines of an old Remington Shotgun, just so much nicer than the space aged looking ones they are schlepping out now days
I had to quit smoking quite a while back, after a bout with pneumonia. - I smoked two packs a day for twenty-something years. Strangely enough, quitting was not hard at all. I had half a carton in the closet for several months, and finally gave them away.
The doves here make a call that sounds a lot like "Hoot hoo and hoot!"... I would guess that it is the males trying to attract females, or establish territory... In any case, at times you can hear dozens of them at a time. After a while, the charm wears off and I wind up rooting for the cats that eat them.
Chuck Hawks calls the new style "euro-trash" styling... I think he has hit the nail on the head with that comment. If that is modern, then call me a throwback.
Alpine has its charm, and it has its drawbacks too. I like it better than the other places I've been. Being a small desert town, Alpine has lots of odd characters... When I moved my family in here, it just made things worse.