The idea of having a compound has always sounded kind of cool. Not a pharmaceutical thing, or a place the ATF might besiege someday, but more of a Kennedy compound sort of place except not so big and fancy.
For now, we’re making do right here, in my imagination, without all the walls and fences and stuff.
The Smith Compound 
We live in a real place in thin, dry air with mountains on the one side and dusty plains the other, except our “compound” is well-armed.
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Hi Cowboy. It’s a great “compound” you have out there. I assumed it must be pretty well armed. Thanks for visiting my imaginary place.
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