The city mouse or the country mouse. What's your choice? Remember that little tale? Urban living? Country living? Where do you fall? I grew up amid the hustle and bustle of city living. There was lots of everything: on one hand wailing sirens, neighbors' loud talking and shouting, constant traffic to mention just a few, but on the other sat the close proximity and easy access to all that city life had to offer. I had no choice on that one. The city was where I found Mom and Dad. However, these days I'm my 'country cousin'. We've been thirsting on life among the trees since 1977. What are the overwhelming irritants that we must survive? Pretty much solitude, quietness, darkness and stars. Peace.