Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
Phil. The house I grew up in wasn't far from a Pennsylvania Railroad line. My parents and grandparents said that clothes on the line had to be rewashed on more than one occasion.
And a Heisler or two.
ReplyDeleteI've been there and the scenery is beautiful. I can't believe the photographer showed none of it.
ReplyDeleteAnd further, one can only hope that Mrs. O'Malley did not have her laundry out dryin' on the line as these smoke belching caterpillars went by!
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DeleteThe house I grew up in wasn't far from a Pennsylvania Railroad line. My parents and grandparents said that clothes on the line had to be rewashed on more than one occasion.
The whistles. They sing!
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