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Other Things On My Walk



A couple of weeks ago you guys went on a walk with me around the general vicinity of Bedlam.  Let's go on another one in the other direction and see what we can find.    




An ant condo.



Just going down the sidewalk when I saw a bit of commotion heading my way.  Damn if it wasn't a parade of little people advertising their school.  A lot of the signs were in Spanish so I couldn't make it all out.  I waved at a couple of earnest toddlers who seemed curious by me and then they went on their way.





This is the St. George Serbian Orthodox church.  I'd like to visit the  Unorthodox one.





This is probably the classiest of the four nudie bars within walking distance of Bedlam.  As the sign says not only is it a gentleman's club, but it is a ladies club as well.  Whatever that means.  







I talked about the trash at the bus stops before.  I have decided to construct what it all means logically.  I wonder if my old Logic professor Dr. Ted Khan would approve of this reasoning?  

1.  Most who use the bus system are Floridians.  
2.  Most Floridians trash their bus stops.
3.  Therefore, Most Floridians are trashy. 

Remember, Logic isn't about finding Truth, it's about winning your argument.

That's about it for all the things to see in and around Bedlam.  I don't imagine there is much else; of course,  I will take my cell phone with me just in case something happens or I find something blog-worthy.  Thanks for taking the walk with me, it's always nice to have company.

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