Number One Fan!

My brother and sister-in-law stop by my blog frequently. How do I know this? Well, they write the cutest reviews of what they've read and then they send them. They are such gems (as reviews and comments go) that I feel the need to post another one for posterity. Scott sent this to me this morning:

Ahhh yes,

A nice sundry roll and coast to Tifftown. While the other cars belch out fluorocarbons and other emissions, the normal road deviates from another path that lets you meander down to a small street leading into Tifftown. Here you find may other curiosities that let your mind relax; although you may want to think about scraping your shoes, you do see the chickens, correct? Although in other yards the pile of compost composed of yesterdays worms, bugs, rat parts, and whatever didn't make it off your plate last night would be found in a yard bag at the curb, not in Tifftown. In Tifftown, the rules are all to clear and sometimes not so much for the Mayor of Tifftown since she too is reminding herself of what was the rule. For the visitor the rules are relax, enjoy the bunny, chickens, cats, and yes, children, all at play in the yard. No TV but 30 minutes a day and what is viewed is taken into consideration otherwise find something to do with your mind. Why not look at the young tomatoes and other plants growing in the garden. Inspect the nests of the chickens for eggs, look at the grass and see how green it is or the tree with the tree fort in it; no computer required.

Unfortunately, youth escapes us all and we must acknowledge that a grownup has worked hard to make Tifftown a nice place to visit before work and a pleasant place to stay. While young, we may argue about: Why use a bike when your car is faster? Why draw when we can watch someone else's animation on a TV? Why sit out side with "nothing to do" when video games are just moments away, why eat gluten, sugar, egg, milk free muffins (ok so there MAY be some butter in them) when Suzy-Q's are soo cool with the other kids? Well, that is the funny thing about Tifftown, because '...she says so', now, go out side before I give you something to do... nothing.

The problem about doing nothing, you never know when you are done.

It is time for me to mosey away from Tifftown into the grown-up world of numbers, anxieties, pressures, and follies. However, remember, I visit Tifftown often ... even though everyone may be asleep.

scott