in a parking lot
I said "Commonwealth", dammit!
Who can name the other three states that call themselves commonwealths? No cheating!
So I bought a six-pack of pudding
What's that? You want more pictures of the backs of signs? Well, okay...
about this guarantee, because I'm distracted by the extremely bizarre product being advertised
Headstones up front, greenhouse in the back. Some of the display headstones have names and dates on them; is this normal?
They sit back-to-back and provide conflicting information. (Brookville is miles down the road, not just back at Rt. 949.)
Earlier today a huge storm blew through. I parked my cart and took out my rain gear. As I was fighting to get my jacket on in the gale-force winds, a branch came crashing down from a tree and smashed into the handlebar of my cart, bending the metal and toppling the cart over. I was able to bend the handlebar back to roughly its original shape, and nothing else was damaged, including me!
A couple let me hang out on their covered porch for a bit this afternoon during a downpour. They brought me a chair to sit in, a bottle of water, and a copy of "This Was Your Life!" The husband was very geographically knowledgable and talked to me for a while about my walk, and then dove headfirst into a lengthy and awkwardly phrased monologue about accepting Jesus as my savior.
For all your junk, rusty junk, and worthless rusty junk needs!
