hey people, be prepared to do your effing job.
and damn, the ‘burg is ugly…to the point where driving through makes me physically ill.
There is nothing more disturbing than a Quik Lube or a Mac Donald’s or a So-And-So’s Auto Parts sign slathered atop a squatty brick base. Parts of old power lines have been shoved underground but their remains creep to the edge of the street.
No multi-million dollar streetscape phase one or to or ten will cure what ails you, baby ‘burg. You are doomed. Get a bulldozer.
And the same goes for you, Whitehall.
In other news, don’t tell the burglars, but seth will be attending a farm conference in NashVegas this weekend. He said he “told me,” but I don’t believe him. I’ll be flying solo until Tuesday.
This evening I found a tiny note shoved in with all the junk mail and coupon catalogs. On it were scribbled a few words from a dear friend who lives all the way in effing Cincinnati. There was no envelope or stamp. Which makes me wonder what she meant by “sorry.”
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