Grandpa would have thought that a hoot.
In the afternoon I take the kid over to the park for some play time. The birds are out in full force--Cowbirds with their self-important barking, Mourning Doves doing their grunting moan, the 'Ha-HA!' of the Valley Quail. The trash containers at the local campsites sport these:
I love the 'Wait just a darned second there, buster!' attitude.
Nearby are a few old, abandoned trailers. The windows are broken out of one, so I cautiously stick the camera in.
This almost looks lived-in...
Until I turn the camera the other way.
Outside is more flotsam...I'm wondering who had the muscle to break the handle off of a cast iron skillet.
We also pay our respects at the fireman's memorial, which has a few changes since last time. I love the firemen on skis!
One from Isreal...
And arguably the oldest shirt there.
We also stop by the cemetery.
Tomorrow we head home early, so we go up to a local gas station/minimart to fill the car. As I walk out I see a sticker attached to the top of a newspaper vending machine, 'I pledge allegiance, not blind obedience'.
Some things in America never change.