The shooting neighbor - 2002

"I BET OL' GEORGE HATES all this nonsense," said his neighbor, Larry Mattlage, on my last day in Crawford. Larry has never met the president, but his proximity to George W. Bush means that he thinks about the man a great deal. As we talked, Larry leaned on a cedar fence post, squinting in the noonday sun, and pointed out landmarks on the Bush ranch, three quarters of a mile away. On the northernmost side of the ranch ran the Middle Bosque River: a stream of gin-clear water that threaded its way through the prairie grass, past thick stands of cedar elm and burr oak. Farther west was the original ranch house—just a gray blur through Larry's binoculars—and a fleet of Secret Service vehicles. Out of sight behind a rocky ridgeline lay the scenery that makes this western corner of McLennan County so starkly beautiful: the box canyons, limestone bluffs, caves, and slow-moving creeks that dot the ranch's two and a half square miles. "I bet George Bush would love to just get in his pickup and drive around his land and clear his mind," Larry said. "He can't ever be by himself, and that's a terrible burden for anyone to bear. A man needs a little freedom."

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Staring out toward the Bush ranch, Larry explained that before Bush bought the ranch it had been a hog farm. Nowadays, Larry finds himself feeling nostalgic for the time when the hogs made the air more pungent. "Sometimes I wish I could still smell those hogs and hear them squealing instead of listening to all those F-16s," Larry said, breaking into a grin. "Don't get me wrong; the Bushes are fine folks. It's not about George Bush. It's about what comes with him." Larry ticked off a long list of grievances: Secret Service roadblocks on Prairie Chapel Road where he was asked to show identification, property taxes that have become so high that he worries he will have no legacy to pass on to his sons. He and his neighbors are concerned about a proposed new road, to be constructed so that the presidential motorcade will not have to slow down for curves; if built, it would bisect Larry's ranch and several other ranches. Most of all, he is angry that Secret Service agents speed past him each day without having the common courtesy to wave. "Country people drive slow," he said. "We're used to pulling over to the side of the road and visiting. But if you wave at the Secret Service, they think, 'What's his problem?' It used to be you knew everybody when you drove by. Now everyone's a stranger."

Larry wanted to give me a tour of his ranch, so we talked in his pickup, lurching down rutted dirt roads. "No one used to talk about politics around here," he said, steering past Black Angus cattle that lay napping in the shade. "Family feuds have started over all this. You used to be just a neighbor. Now you're a Republican neighbor or a Democratic neighbor. It's taken away the closeness of the community." He pondered this for a moment as he drove, and sighed. "I'll make some people mad for saying this, but I'll tell you what really ticks me off. Bush portrays this as his hometown, and it ain't. He just barreled in here."

  Texas Monthly article

I don't think "Ol' George" hates all the nonsense. I think he craves it. Drive around and clear his mind? No. Little Georgie needs attention.

Casa Fabricata: built 1999, just in time to elect a New Haven, Connecticutt good old country boy to the presidency.

....but hey, do what you want....you will anyway.