An address in the woods
Your Scribe is endeavoring to get an address for the cabin.
I don't really want one, because I don't want the junk mail or census intrusions that can come to the dweller of a rural route.
But I want the town to plow my road.
It is a public thoroughfare, and the plows do come down the dirt avenue.
But they stop at a "real" house about 100 yards from my driveway.
The town clerk says that if there is no number for a house, then the street department assumes to no one lives there.
If I have a number, I can get plowed out so I can inhabit the place deep into December and early in March.
(It's tough heating the place in January and February with only a small Jotul stove.
Also, if I get a street number, the emergency dispatchers can send assitance if I am in peril.
I can see that.
If I called to report fire, it would be hard to say, "I don't have a street number but keep traveling down the Forest Road until you get to the last cabin on the right. It's very cute - but it is in flames."
So I am taking the big step.
But I am having a Catch-22 problem.
The people who run the 911 operation in the county say they want a street number before they put me into the computer.
The post office says it is waiting for the 911 Office to certify that someone actually lives there.
But I am confident that I can straighten out the matter.
I have been paying (increased) taxes on the cabin for years, and that ought to prove that a real person inhabits the property - if only on a part-time basis.
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