Our Fellow Greystonians…

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At least once in our lives, we all make one great big mistake that changes everything…

We were young, impulsive, hotheaded, bored, we needed the money.

Then, suddenly, before you know it, you’re on a plane to America, telling yourself it’s just for the year, maybe two, so you can save up a little moolah, and come home to all the Joe Sweeney chips your little heart can take.

The first year flies by, then the second, then the tenth, and, with kids and debt dragging at your feet, you can no longer afford to move back home. Heck, you can’t even afford one bag of Joe Sweeney chips.

Well, if you’re one of those ex-Pats or ex-Marys who thought they could handle the big bad world out there, but then found yourself with Mayor Quimby as your president, it might just be time to make that move.

For the next two weeks, at least, the economy seems to be pretty darn good.

And if you hurry, you might even catch some sunshine too.

Just give us a little warning, so we can build some more houses. Just to make sure that you have somewhere for those pesky kids. And so you can add another mountain of moolah you don’t have to that crippling debt.