[lumberjim]

He stands there on the corner with his coveralls on, and a greasy ball cap. unshaven. he eyes you suspiciously as you drive by. He's lived there all of his life, and just doesn't trust outsiders. He'll smile and wave only if you do first. he's seen a lot of change recently, and it's all for the worse. he knows his days are numbered and the new folk are taking over the town, he just doesn't really care all that much about it so he won't to try to stop it. Maybe he'll just sell his little house and move further out into the sticks. He spits and goes back up onto his porch to sit in his rocker.