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Fall Down … Winter To Go

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.

Popcorn

 

 

If there is baby corn, why is there no baby popcorn?

I can see the slogan on the bag: “Every kernel doesn’t pop, but who cares!! It’s baby popcorn!!

I smell more money for movie theatres here somewhere.

note: I bet there are crop circles in “baby corn fields”: they are just smaller and harder to see.

double note: farmers probably use Mr. T. action figures as scarecrows.