Walking

Kent and Tracy told us that in Breckenridge either you have it or you don't.  The Oregonians here make up most of the middle class.  Well I went for a walk today, and I'm pretty sure I ended up in the part of town where people don't have it.  I wanted to go somewhere, so I looked at my map and saw S. Smith street, and decided it would be a decent place to go.  It didn't take long for things to get pretty ramshackle, and I started thinking about the crack head who looks like Ryan with two teeth, and then someone honked at me, and I took a detour to avoid some people, and a little yappy dog that looked part Chihuahua and part goodness only knows what followed me for a while...but the older couple sitting on their porch who waved at me seemed nice enough, and I made it home safely.  I did, however, miss the turn coming back, and over all I think it turned into about 3 miles.  And when I did get back, I was confused because there were two guys mowing the lawn.  I suppose that shouldn't surprise me, since there's also a maid that comes and cleans once a week.  I feel like we are both going to be surprised whenever she shows up.  Note to self: I should really ask someone what day she will be here.