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Short Trip Out Of Town

It was a hot Friday, November 1st, and I was antsy.  I determined I needed a spin on the bike.   I decided to take a brief trip to Parrish which is across the Skyway and east a few miles.  (I also wondered if I could put 4 "I's" in two sentences.  Ordinarily I would change that out but it is a bit of a power-trip to "me", so I'll leave it alone.)  There was a road that I remembered over there that the old boys and their Goldwings and I would take on one of our Sunday trips as a group.  (See how good I am: 10 I's in 6 sentences.)




This was the canopied road outside Parrish I remembered.  


Eerily beautiful on either side of the road.  


Kind of a strange looking backyard.  Some sort of lily and palm bushes.


Lillies?  Canna's?  Don't know but pretty.  


This is kind of a strange sign on a couple levels.  Not the least of which is the mangled spelling.  And goat rustling?  I've heard of Amber and Silver Alerts.  Must we add Billy Alert to the list?




Parrish is an interesting little town.  Around it you see these large farms and small shacks with signs that say "Labor Camp".  Large migrant population and several Mexican/Texan establishments there, too.  This was right next to the La Placita which I took for a convenience store.   


Texan style night club with a Mexican flavor.


Also at various farms there were many old buses that were parked with people milling around.  Must be harvesting something down here, now.

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