This weekend I had the pleasure of spending 3 days on Smith Lake with a very special group of friends. The circuitous county roads that led us to our lake house gave us a great glimpse at life in the area. There was everything from multi-million dollar lake-front homes to single-wide trailers; well-manicured lawns & boat docks to comfortably small country abodes. Most of the roads we drove on were neither lined nor labeled properly. The important thing is that we all eventually arrived at our weekend respite excited for the adventures that lay ahead.
My hope and optimism going into the long weekend was captured in one place alone: The Future Home of Schmitt's Goat Farm. You don't know this man named Schmitt, but here's what we do know. Schmitt is impressive. He's got a dream. He knows where he's going in life. And he wants you to know too. Schmitt is living his dream out loud; all of the capital letters on his sign tell me so.
Schmitt is a purposeful man. He is both careful and determined. He chooses his words with great reflection. The period after every word on his sign tells me he has thought about this goat farm long and hard. Schmitt chose to stake his claim in Arley, Alabama, and anyone else even thinking about a goat farm within a 100-mile radius had better reconsider.
But even with careful inspection, we still don't know Schmitt. There's quotations around "Goat Farm." Are we really talking goats, or are you up to something else, Mr. Schmitt? Are you a sarcastic man? What is it that you want us to infer from this supposed "Goat Farm" you've begun? Maybe its some kind of inside joke.
The humor therein makes me think of all of the inside jokes found among a tight circle of friends. If you weren't there, then its tough to infer what really happened from a humorous remark. Maybe that sly reference you overheard meant something else altogether. If you have to ask, you probably don't want to know. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you don't know Schmitt.