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And Yet More Of This And That

Just some more pictures of stuff around here.



This made Facebook.  Norah and I sharing a shake.  Her pucker power wasn't as good as mine so I had to prime the pump a bit and get the goodness up the straw, but after that she handled it like a pro.


A rat-dog in a dress at the flea market.  People who do this need psychiatric attention. 


Anyone who needs pine cones for their holiday crafts just let me know,  I can find you as many as you need in all kinds of sizes.  Shawshank, here, is full of them.



I heard once that when a person dies, its like a library burning.  Here are two interesting libraries.  Man, the wealth of knowledge these two guys have.  They were dining together at the Mall the other day.


The latest picture of Lily Lu, Jeff and Carol's new redbone hound that I like it Wataga, and who, I surmise, is pretty much running the place.


When the current Mrs. Blythe bought her car she also received a complimentary $250 gas card.  We had to go pick it up and these car salesmen were just waiting for fresh meat in their golf carts.  Pull in the lot to just look around and these guys won't give you a chance to do it quietly, on your own.  



The latest in big city marketing?  Mobile billboards.  Yup. Just drive around the main arteries all day.  Cool job, that's what I want to do.  



There are lots of scooters down here.  Makes sense for city driving.  Great gas mileage and they are nimble enough to navigate lane changes.  This one had a canopy over his, which I'd never seen before.  


Norah learning to kiss.


Just a pretty night scene.   





Yep, we have trains down here.  But they are a hell of a lot shorter than in G-Burg, and decidely more quiet.






Not surprisingly, at the Countryside Mall in Clearwater they have an ice skating rink.  Only place you can do it maybe in the entire state.  I don't know for sure, but there can't be too many.




And to keep it nice and smooth, the Zamboni!

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