No school. No work. No library. No restaurant. No coffee shop. No toilet paper…..
No. No. No.
We all back away.
When I attended the Newport Folk Festival in 2009, the site was surrounded by a fence designated to keep attendees from swimming in the harbor. Probably for their own good. Isn’t that what all good fences are for? Protection. Safety. Whether we like it or not.
It appeared to be somewhat flimsy, but a barrier nonetheless. I never saw a swimmer, so I assume it worked.
I do not have access to tricycles anymore – and my older photos are more about the cute kids proudly riding them. My one and only experience on a motorcycle was briefly in high school on the back of a friend’s bike. It was great fun as a passenger riding madly around the neighborhood. I never did figure out how to lean the right way going around corners. Apparently making it difficult for the poor guy to navigate. It was still a thrilling ride…for me at least.
Unicycle? I’ve never seen one except maybe in a parade on TV.
However, last summer I noticed a long line of bicycles alongside a Farmers’ Market in Washington DC.
Waiting to be rented. For 30 minute trips at a time.
What a good idea…
Get local fresh fruits and vegetables…and your exercise too!
Last Fall I discovered that a longtime business in my former home town was closing. A Hallmark affiliate, it had been a mainstay in the community for decades. I made a stop the week before it shut down for good. It is always sad to see a store in the throws of going out of business. The card racks mostly empty. Display cases for sale. Jewelry, wrapping paper, stationary…gone. I remember buying holiday cards here. Birthday cards. Photo albums.
The brick building housing this Hallmark store and a number of others lining the main street dates back to the mid 1900s (or earlier).
I noticed the back of the store was roped off – for the most part – but my curiosity won out and I carefully stepped over scraps of carpet, sheetrock and shelving to investigate.