Rainy day. Highway 58 parallel to the Ryukyu Ridge, 1000 feet from East China Sea. Not in the Chesapeake Bay watershed.
Not schooled in the writing. Proceeded based on how things looked rather than the text block.
Made some mistakes.
I’ve been reading a book by Ruth Benedict. Wish we could raise her up from the dead
to write the story of class, race, politics and power in the little town of Charlottesville.
Car runs better with a bear, raccoon in the tank. I have a faint memory of US gas stations and their representative animals “put a tiger in your tank”.
what is the meaning of this?
The annual Rorschach test, the Dogwood Festival Parade, took to the streets yesterday. What makes a parade? Fine looking people in uniforms, dresses, martial music, hillbilly music.
Many of my favorite law enforcement officials and politicians participated in the parade.
Buster Ball, the spokesphere for Putt-Putt was followed by the Mountain Dew can with hands. While employing images
that have a national profile many of the companies participating in the parade have deep local roots.
The Jessups of our local Pepsi had a long interest in Riverview.
Charlottesville is the crazy salad without trying.
Little Miss Scottsville
Last year’s parade
quality in pedestrian things. Thinking about casting 1000 manhole covers? Make them beautiful.
looking down, Nakagami