spent the last couple of days doing some projects
to help my community
maybe it was working
because I received not one, but two, good signs.
-author unknown
notice posted by the sebastian county sheriff’s office as a reminder to drivers (and deer):
We have received a few reports that some deer, for whatever reason, are not using the designated deer crossing areas along our county roads and state highways. If any deer follow our page, please know that we put these signs up at some expense to the taxpayers. We’d appreciate you crossing at the designated areas. To our motoring community, please watch for these deer that are blatantly disobeying the law.
—
“a small deer came into my camp and stole my bag of pickles. is there a way i can get reimbursed? please call.”
-dave barry
always a good rule I think, in general.
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I’m curious why
there would be signs
distinguishing between
‘candy’ and kids candy?’
and then the added category of
‘candy bars.’
what if the sign just read ‘candy’ ?
I’ve never considered candy to be age-specific.
are toxic extreme sour patch garbage pail warheads
the gateway into a peppermint patty?
seems like it should be the other way around.
what’s the cutoff age to qualify to eat adult candy?
is it humiliating if you’re an adult and are seen eating the kid’s candy?
is it open season to eat the bars and all ages are welcome?
do you have to get someone to buy for you
if you don’t look the proper age?
do they see it as marketing to 3 different groups
each needing their own candy sign
all in one aisle?
who sorts them and decides which is suited for which?
I like to live on the edge and went with the rollos.
—
“taste the rainbow.”
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what a lovely coincidence
that on this day
as i continue on my city parks journey
and drive through a neighborhood
i am lost
until
i come to the intersection of
pamela and patricia
the names of
my two sisters
one still with us
one gone forever
and today –
her birthday
i look ahead to find
they’ve led me
to the beautiful park right in front of me.
—
“don’t forget to leave your handprints on the ones you love
and your footprints around the neighborhood.”
― lisa c. miller