I know a lot of you have been thinking, "michael5000 -- we know you've been on vacation. Surely you scored some boring postcards?"
Why yes, yes I did. In a little junkshop in my hometown, Bandon-sur-la-Mer, Mrs. 5000 and I hit a veritable motherlode of extremely boring postcards. We had to do some serious screening to get down to just 11. Here are a few that made the cut.
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The Villita Assembly Building, San Antonio
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Stuft Shirt Restaurant, Newport Beach, California
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Paul Masson Champagne Cellers, Saratoga, California
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Wamsutter Motel, Wamsutter, Wyoming
Meanwhile, at Northern California's venerable "Trees of Mystery" tourist trap, I found a more modern postcard that spectacularly fails to capture the beauty, the majesty, or even the essential verticality of the mighty redwoods:
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Once again, I had to keep my eye on Mrs. 5000 around the concrete megasculpture. She's a sucker for a man with an axe.
3 comments:
While you have your eyes on the Man, I'd say the Bull is about to make a run for the Mrs.
I was thinking the same thing! Glad you & Mrs.5K made it out of there alive. =P
@fingers, rebel: You know, it's really not so much a "Bull" as an ox. Babe. The Blue Ox.
Rigorous study in the Bovinity Department of Wikipedia, however, leads me to temper what was going to be a scathing digression on this topic. Turns out that "an ox is nothing more than a mature bovine with an 'education.'" Oxen are just trained cows. Who knew?
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