A thousand words: Dead End USA
I pass this sign a couple of times per week on my run or on the way to the playground. It has recently been edited.
I pass this sign a couple of times per week on my run or on the way to the playground. It has recently been edited.
Really, what do you expect from a Chinese/Mongolian Grill located in Frankfurt, Indiana, where the high school’s mascot is a wiener dog? Love the honesty.
At an Irish bar in Chicago. At least the lobster’s have a chance. It’s hard enough winning stuffed animals, which are neither slimy nor alive, with a crane.
If you work at a colon & rectal clinic, I’m guessing that you hear your fare share of shameless wisecracks (wiseCRACKS, get it) each day. But when you label your parking spots like this, you’re just asking for it. This is a good photo to END the post.
And I complained about the hard plastic seats at my school that would stick to my legs in the summer time.
School is in on the island village of Kokata, Honduras (2005)
While there I taught the kids to play baseball.
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-William Butler Yeats
Harper and I – or rather our feet. What lessons will she have learned by the time her feet look like mine? A father can only wonder.