"If you're good and live in America, he'll bring you just about anything you want."
-- David Sedaris, Six to Eight Black Men
Right. So, the above photo is from the aptly-named "Candlestick Lane", which we visited tonight while en route to dinner. The entire street is decorated thus, and when we first rolled up, there was a rather scarily-dressed Frosty the Snowman roaming the street. We were all remarking how it looked like Frosty was about to carjack the car ahead of us when Frosty approached our car. Rolling down the window, my father admonished Frosty, "Now, you behave yourself, y'hear?" Frosty grinned, handed us a candy cane, and replied, "Hi, (my Dad's name)." Ahh, small towns.
In other news, I have now eaten lunch at the illustrious "The Four-Way Stop" restaurant twice this week. Both times, I have encountered 10x the number of obese and/or dressed-in-camo people I have seen in the preceding 9 months. And both times, I have seen behind the register a sign that reads, "DON'T STEAL . . . the government doesn't like competition."
Ah, it's good to be home, even if my English grammar has gone to shit.
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