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 hear...
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