I got home from Town. Town, is 50 miles away. My gate is locked; I'll tell you why.
#1) I don't want to hear about a religion. I will sit politely and listen. I have endured "friends" who need to 'witness'. They have managed to gain access. I'm just being polite, even when the 'evangelist' manage an insult or two. So I built the gate.
#2) If you have ever had a person jump your gate because you are "Famous" on the internet . . . you do things to make sure that never happens again.
#3) Neighbors, horses.
#4) Neighbors.
Anyway, I get home from a trying day at the big city. I got out of the truck and unlocked the gate. As I turn back, the doors to my truck are open. An Aria from an opera is being played. I just stand there and listen.
I can see the scene from beyond me. 'Farmer Joe', in his overalls, listening to Madama Butterfly . . . frozen in time.
From YouTube.
H. G.