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You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
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Quakers Do
Quaker Stew
Oh pour me
A poor me
Saudi Gnome
Sauvignon
What autocorrect gems have you savored?
cloudy sofas already squeak

Seeing this photo of the painted rock along the state highway in Newbury, New Hampshire, had me doing a doubletake. Twice.
First, I realized I have never seen it in winter. Even in summer, it’s easy to miss, and I can’t recall any reason I would have been up that way other than August.
Second, though, I slowly noticed the lettering is different. It’s obviously been repainted, which is supposed to always be done on the sly, and this time the lettering is thicker, bolder.
The slogan and its history did inspire a blog related to the Red Barn, and if you haven’t visited there, please take a tour. It can be an enriching experience.
Static
Full Moon

Eastport was once the sardine capital of the world.
I’m wondering if I’m supposed to eat these with Raye’s mustard sauce.

They think they have me nailed.
I’m glad the erasers look good.
Even when I’m supposed to be 50 years ahead of everyone else while marching to my own drummer.
Accused of something. What?
Eyewitnesses.
Dayton, with a bridge and subway.
Subway?