My Heart Is In Havana

I suppose my wife and I are a bit different than everyone else. We both left home at 18 and 19 and never looked back. We only look toward the next adventure.
:cheers::cheers:

Wife and I can live in a bread sack if need be.

I will make sure it is a warm, safe and comfortable bread sack.

I don't think I've ever returned someplace I lived in the past and found it the same.

Try to merge the past and the future and you get "Pasture".
 

1eyefishing

...just joking, seriously.
I look towards my future much more eagerly, fondly, and hopefully.
Not as much of that going on when looking towards the past...
I guess I had an upbringing that was not so likely to produce the outcome that it finally did...:flag:
 
It's probably the cultural aspects that people miss. The music, hog killins', syrup makin', mojitos, cigars, certain games & and activities, food dishes, aunts & uncles, hog calling, Caja China box pork, ramps, the views, and trains.
 
My childhood home is now a Tennis Court at a Jewish School.
But my Heart always lives in the Wild places I have been..all over the County.
There's a little bit of me at 9 Thousand feet just South of Gunnison Colorado and a bit more deep in the Everglades , Got another piece 30 miles South of Valdosta..
 

drhunter1

Senior Member
Abandon the metro Atlanta at all costs. Aside from slapping at gnats all summer, you would be much happier in south GA. There's still a few of us bitter weeds down here that you would get along with quite well.

Sherman burned Atlanta 150 yrs too soon. The only thing I have to do with that place is changing airplanes at the Maynard Jackson Airport, or whatever yall are calling it now.
I am on a 4 year plan. Heading to west Georgia near Bama line. Buying a piece of property and building a house.
 

hawglips

Senior Member
I had it made growing up in a little town on the big water and swamp country in northeastern NC. Didn't know it at the time. I don't know if I'd want to live back there again, because it's now a different place, but I enjoy going home to visit.
 
My family is Georgians going back to around 1750. Georgia red clay runs in my veins. The day I can walk away from the ATL money is the day I'll be headed to the West GA countryside for good.

ATL has been my home since I was 5 years old but they paved paradise and put up a parking lot and it sucks.

 
My family goes back to before the War of Independence in Georgia. I was born in Atlanta, but when I went to Atlanta, I got a good whiff of what I didn't want. Georgia will always be home, but not Lanter. But then, I must be a wanderer, because own dirt in three states and right now the forgotten coast is pulling my string the hardest.
 

jdgator

Senior Member
It's probably the cultural aspects that people miss. The music, hog killins', syrup makin', mojitos, cigars, certain games & and activities, food dishes, aunts & uncles, hog calling, Caja China box pork, ramps, the views, and trains.
It used to be a prosperous country. In the pre-Castro times, Cuban workers earned more than Canadians. A sizable population of European immigrants made commercial investments and started businesses and conducted trade. Of course, I doubt many of us are old enough to remember those times.
 
It used to be a prosperous country. In the pre-Castro times, Cuban workers earned more than Canadians. A sizable population of European immigrants made commercial investments and started businesses and conducted trade. Of course, I doubt many of us are old enough to remember those times.
Yep, Hemingway and other wealthy folks didn't move there because it sucked. It used to be a tropical paradise, and had some of the better fishing in the world.
 
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