On Friday, going to Lancaster for the baseball game, I took the route to Lancaster I rarely take — the back road route to Hallam and Route 30. The intersection of Lombard and Freysville Road is awful, and I’m not sure that that’s even the worst intersection on the route. I wouldn’t let my parentsContinue reading “The Stories That Can’t Be Known”
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Travels with Murf
Yesterday, I noticed an odd character popping up in my friends’ social media posts. There was this… Followed by this… Not to mention this… Then this… And this… Then I went through some old photographs on my hard drive, and I found this from 1919… This from later in the 1920s… And even this, whenContinue reading “Travels with Murf”