Rednecks of Crete

No. It's not a single wide trailer that someone spiffed up with a home made "vaulted" ceiling. It's the Crete version of hick living. This is a stucco version of reneckism. I was astonished that rednecks were universal.

On the eve before Easter, there were a dozen or so folks shooting off their guns from 10-midnight. Do people know that bullets that go up must come down? Guns. I love 'em myself and am still bummed I had to leave my behind in the States. But bullets on Easter? Thatsa whole new way to celebrate the resurrection of Christ. Hopefully the only other need of resurrecting they'd need is themselves from their raki stupor.

Safety First. Except Here.

Oh hell. Two things freak me out- power lines and being buried alive. And germs. And heights (because I want to jump because I am broken in the head. The falling part would be fun it's the landing/smashing/splattering that sucks.) Okay, that's more than two. Sorry.

Anywho, I wish you could see the copper cable laying casually across the road that we were instructed to drive over. Yep. Two guys wearing RUBBER gloves installed a power line. You know, just one pinhole in those gloves and they're crispy.

They're like the idiot Steve-O of power companies. Here's to all things zappy!