The area around Kennett PA has smelled of feces for a hundred years.
The mushroom farmers in Avondale say it smells like prosperity.
The mushroom pickers say it smells like a road to El Norte and tuition for their children.
The people in the surrounding countryside say check which way the wind’s blowing before you hang out your washing or open your dining room windows.
The entitled snowflakes* shopping for hobby farmettes say it’s intolerable and how dare a productive agricultural stench pollute their tender, pale nostrils. (They don’t care about carcinogenic auto exhaust and factory smoke, or course, it’s just natural stenches that cannot be tolerated.)
It’s interesting to see the situation turned on it’s head in Alabama; with the feces of the urbanites impinging on (relatively) rural folk. Google satellite views shows the landfill down the road from Parrish is bigger than the town!
* I edited this to include the word “snowflake” because that’s the word that people from Avondale would probably use. Originally I said privileged outsiders, but that doesn’t really convey the depth of the cutural divide.
