If you see odd markings like this on your barn door, check this glossary to see if the local hobo is trying to tell you or his friend something. To be honest, I only posted this because I always go out of my way to find a reason to say "hobo."
This is a bit of a reach, but with only 130 days until my birthday, here's my annual reminder that the one piece of art I desperately crave for hanging on my den wall is a sketch - a 'simple charcoal rendering,' as they say on
The Simpsons - showing me as rendered by a courtroom sketch artist. With the possible exception of boardwalk Spin-Art, there is no more American artform extant.
I hope you agree that the cracker aisle is just not the same since Stoned Wheat Thins went away to the same place where Wheatsworth disappeared. Where oh where am I to shmear my Camembert?
Six more weeks of winter! The pea plant sprout saw its shadow.
This is why Franklin D. Roosevelt was a great man and president.
Two things about this headline amuse me: the fact that there is such a thing as a double-yolk Dino egg, and that a literal reading means that scientists were buried for 68 million years and still made this discovery.
I used to take sport in calling places like this, just to hear the receptionist chirp, "Flossmore Dental! How may I help you today?"
On my way to Towson, back in the day, over by Bob Davidson Ford, someone posted a sign on the telephone pile reading simply "When?" I hope they got a good answer.
This doggie ran out in the snow and did not take long about changing its mind. We might get more snow tomorrow evening, or then again, we might not, but this dog is staying in.
I don't know which international border(s) we've crossed here, but just in Baltimore County, we have Texas, Nottingham, Jacksonville, and Phoenix, and the charming town of Boring. So Paris can't be too far away.
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