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Side Note on trip to Bishop Hill

It takes 5 miles to get to Route 150 from BFE. Yesterday I turned left to head up to Alpha and then to Bishop Hill for the car show. Right past the tracks after getting on 150 is a rather rundown house on the left with some junk in the front yard. There have been some old derelict cars/trucks and there appeared to be rusted metal machines of some sort lying about. Then I noticed a big poorly painted sign on plywood, "If you don't like what it looks like, then don't look."
I didn't stop to take a picture of it then, but wish I would have. After I got home yesterday afternoon after the show I hopped on my bike with my camera, but sadly, the sign had been taken down. I'll check off and on going to work and if it reappears I'll take a picture of it.

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