There is a road that connects the back-of-beyond on one side of the city I live in to the back-of-beyond on the otherside of the city I live in.
I guess it’s for people who don’t like the front-of-beyond … or like narrow windy roads … or scenery.
In the Fall, when the leaves are changing colors, it’s a regular tourist attraction.
People seem to be disappointed with pine trees usually.
It’s not their season I guess.
note: no one ever mentions the trees … always the leaves. I think I know how milk feels in the cereal bowl now.
double note: my back has decided to go out on me. If I don’t post for a few days or leave comments, it’s nothing personal.
(it wasn’t that 3 Person Value Set … if that’s what you’re thinking)
triple note: I’m not looking for sympathy with that last note … I know it’s between “shit” and “syphilis” in the dictionary … like my father used to say.
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Today #70
Today was a Mr. T. prediction: pain.
I Am The Cheese 