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Monthly Archives: April 2007
During the height of the Cherry Blossom mania.
This Mazda Miata was parked on an access road running alongside an interstate, nowhere near our house, or an exit for that matter; somehow, my eagle-eyed stepfather spied the “For Sale” sign on its windshield en route to Jeff’s Corvair Ranch (more on that later), and we put on the four-ways to scope it out on the way back.
After hiking through thickety underbrush to reach the car, parked at the end of a ludicrously long driveway, I was greeted with the above signage.
Needless to say, the phone number was useless, too. I guess voicemail hasn’t made it out to Fredericks yet.
St. Francis of Assisi at the Grotto of Lourdes in Emmitsburg, Maryland:
Nothing like a little near-freezing torrential downpour to warm the cockles. Here’s Fairfax undersea: