Gotta Love Selma
I run into this guy's contraption every now and then down at the market. I'm not sure where he lives, but he comes out of the woods for groceries and the few cops around never seem to care.
Small town values...
March is, thankfully,
National Blood Pressure Month
Glory Be It"s Me--
- Scott from Oregon
- Big, happy and at ease in the world. Low expectations and high relativity. Congenital congeniality and a pleasant perspicacity. A bit smelly.
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6 comments:
I love these simple small town oddities.
Well - he's got a fire extinguisher so I guess he's safe. They'd never let him away with that here. We're in the land of the inspection nazis for everything.
Priceless! Does he wear a helmet?? lol
Well Scott we are being pummeled as I write, 6" and counting. You can have as much as you want now, I got enough.
When I was a kid (in approximately the Dark Ages) I'd go to Santa Cruz CA (Playing hooky to go to the beach with my friends) and we'd see this guy who lived in the hills. He'd come to town with a donkey in tow and hitch the donkey anywhere he had to stop to do his errands. Somewhere in the 70s they stopped letting him do this, though.
...and they call us hillbillies rednecks!
Interesting, to say the least.
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