Remember ol' Norbert from way back in eastern Pennsylvania? I stayed with his family in the house where the guy tried to shoot his daughter back in the 30s. Well, I met his brother Mike this morning! Mike was heading home to Spokane when he spotted me walking down the highway, so he pulled over to say hi and make a contribution to my restaurant fund. Can you see the resemblance to Norbert? It was very apparent in person.
I was filling up water bottles at this spring when I met Curtis, who just stopped by on his way back to Portland. He had been playing bass in a nearby baroque music festival. Perhaps we'll run into him again on down the line...
With one particularly large piece of wood protruding from it. You can see the mother (I guess) circling around.
I accidentally snapped this photo, but it looks more dramatic than the one I intentionally took.
(The first word is "ENTERING".)
But the pun doesn't really hold together.
I wonder how many of my vagrant predecessors have been incarcerated here?
I haven't seen many of these since I left the North Star State.
