Tuesday, June 14, 2011

at the edge of town. . .



Leaving. . . on the way back to route 70. . . sits a little blue house. . .

It always seems strange to me that this used to be a "People House". And now it is an insurance agency. A part-time house. Do you think it feels a little sadness... A longing for earlier days....

I suppose any melancholy has to be lightened with this sign. I love this sign. The person who cares for it always has a one-liner that makes me laugh out loud (my poor Sam... I do have a dry sense of humor... even little Jaxon said last night: "I can laugh at the jokes on my popsicle sticks. . . [but not mine, I suppose....sigh....].

This, so far has been my favorite...

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