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Green Acres is the place for me


July 11, 2012

It’s been said that moving is one of the most stressful times in a person’s life, and having done so twice in the last four months (don’t ask!), I can attest to that. Finding myself unexpectedly looking (again) for a new place to settle, I was determined that this would (hopefully) be the last... and thankfully, the gods were smiling down on me as I raced against time, searching high and low for a place to rest my weary head.

As many of you know, I love being a part of the landscape here in the Upper Delaware valley and never tire of the gorgeous vistas, mountain streams and starry nights. Having spent the last five years in a cabin on a lake, I became a bit despondent, thinking that I would lose that lovin’ feeling.

Even before moving to the Catskills, I had been heard to claim that one of my “bucket list” desires was to live in a trailer “in the middle of nowhere,” far from the madding crowd. I thought that my cabin in the woods would satisfy that itch without actually removing myself from society, but as the years wore on, my yearning for (even more) solitude grew. In a perfect example of “be careful what you wish for,” and as my (slightly frantic) search began in earnest, I took a brief respite in front of the tube, switched the channel to “TV Land” and caught a rerun of the Eddie Albert/Eva Gabor classic 1960s sitcom “Green Acres.”

For those who are unaware, the show is described as “Successful lawyer longs to leave behind the complications of modern society and—despite the protestations of his glamorous socialite wife—buys a farm. The couple says goodbye to city life and takes up residence in Hooterville, USA. While there is some debate as to the actual geographic location of Hooterville, one thing is clear: It exists in a state of mind-bending logic and hallucinatory natural laws, and is inhabited by an eccentric population that includes favorite son Arnold Ziffel, a multi-lingual, TV-watching pig. As Oliver tries to make a go at being a gentleman farmer, wife Lisa settles in to her new surroundings despite herself, and attempts to bring gracious living and the finer things to their ramshackle abode” (www.tvland.com).