Spent the weekend in upstate (read: rural) Maine at the in-law's cabin on a lake. Two hours in a car with two cranky, noisy children who couldn't understand the concepts of:
a) Keeping their voices below "Jet exhaust" decibel levels, or
b) NOT kicking the seats of the adults in front for 1,542 times in a row.
In no particular order, the following were observed this weekend:
- A hand-written sign reading "Wanted: Two children to watch in my home." No word on whether or not the home was made of candy.
- A compact pick-up truck from the 1980s with a "For Sale" sign on it. With only three tires. I was thinking that maybe ponying up an extra $10 at a junkyard might help move that a little faster.
- A "planter" around a mailbox post consisting of a toddler bed shaped like a race car that was filled with two-foot tall weeds.
- A member of the recycled can brigade on a scooter with three milk crates ziptied to the back of said scooter across the back (meaning that it was three milkcrates wide, easily double the width of the scooter).
- A mobile home with a brand-spankin' new sheet metal roof. With the gable ends constructed of, what else, blue poly tarp.
- 20 or 30 cars in front yards with various pieces missing. And yes, the majority were Camaros, although the Ford Mustang is starting to get the edge as the Camaro fades from the public view.
- A gas station advertising gas for $3.12/gallon, which made me slam on the brakes only to realize that it had been closed for quite some time... D'OH!
6 comments:
I know the type of area you're talking about.
"Y'ain't from aroun' heah', ah ya boy?"
Ayuh, welcome to my home-land! Kids are out pickin' blueberries, dad's out weedin the gahden, while mutha's gone upta the sto-uh
Translation.
Hello there, welcome to my home land. The children are out picking blueberries whilst father is removing weeds from the garden and dear old mum has taken a little trip to the store, most likely about twenty miles away.
And yes, I'm willingly moving back to this place.
Jay,
There's just such a gas station between my house and Fitchburg, MA. They've been "selling" regular self-serve gas for $2.77 for quite some time now. ;-)
Damn. Maine sounds like home away from home to me.
I had no idea.
I think I drove past that same gas station on the Closed part of 295 heading to SoPo from Agusta.
Hand to the sky, I drove by a house last month that still had its Christmas tree in the living room (next to the windows, in a prominent position to see from the road).
Passed by a "yard sale" the other day that consisted of someone parking their truck in a commercial business parking lot - next to the highway - and setting four tires, two wheels, two pieces of porcelain products (dunno what) and three hand tools in front of his pickup, all of which constituted the "yard sale". Eleven items, was a "yard sale"? And the guy was sitting alone in that empty lot on a 90 degree day, hoping that someone would stop by to purchase that junk.
I told my wife that he was either someone who was literally down on their luck & didn't have the cash to make the next rent payment or power bill, or he was a meth-head looking to sell his recent stolen items & looking for a fix. We have all sorts down here, but eleven items for a "yard sale" that takes place in a business parking lot is a new one, to me.
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