With our list in hand AppleJack and I sat off with our things to be accomplished: Apple Store (my phone died) Macy's lingerie department (someone should have prepared me for the serious price increase in a decent pair of undies) Williams Sonoma for cookie dispenser, baby blanket for a friends new baby, lunch at The Picnic Cafe, new blooming plant to brighten up the dining table, etc.
To avoid the gosh awful bumper to bumper, horn honking, hand jester traffic, we often take detours and side roads. When I saw these barn quilts hanging on these out buildings, AppleJack slammed on the brakes and we jumped out of the car to take a closer look. I'm a sucker for HST's.
One man's trash is another man's treasure. Someone with an appreciation for the past had been collecting advertising signs.
Does anyone remember purchasing this brand of gas? Or paying this price for a gallon of gasoline?
How about this one? This one is beginning to show its age.
This was a real blast from my past: a Farmall tractor. Growing up on a farm, I learned to drive a tractor before I attended school. Whether it was hauling hay, picking corn, or grinding feed there was always work to be done. Our Model H Farmall tractor was a work horse!
Farming was hard work and we were sometimes treated to an RC Cola and a moon pie. Anyone remember these? I treated myself to a glass of fruit tea and chess pie from The Picnic. Sometimes it's good to choose the road less traveled.