Sanford and Son

Today's itinerary

started with a gold mine.

A real gold mine and 

a junker's gold  mine.

There was so much old rust.

I was in Heaven.

Nothing was for sale. 

nada. nothing. 

I was bummed

but I could dream.

Man, oh man, if you love old,

rusty, faded paint

you will agree this place was great.

Twinkle, twinkle I want that star.

You can wash up here

before you get your tetanus shot. 

 You know how I love chairs.

I wanted these.

Point me to the check out.

Not for sale?...

 Damn you Sue.

We talked to the owner

Don Robertson.

I like to call him The Don

or Mr. Bigot.

Or I may have said Toothless Wonder

as I walked away,

shaking my head.

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He is not my kind of guy,

but the man has some neat stuff.

I know, right?

 

Suck it, Partridge Family.

There was a donkey and a goat

that I fell in love with.

When I wouldn't give the donkey a treat

he would grab a rope with bells

in his teeth and ring it at me.

 I like a man who knows what he wants.

We finished the day with some retail therapy.

Today, I supported the arts.

Over and over again.

And we did a lot of oohing and aahing

over this.

I just cannot get over the beauty and 

the vastness of it all.

I am having a great time.

No cleaning, no cooking,

and lots of hand holding with my big guy.

It doesn't matter that I didn't get any junk.

I have all I need

when it comes to the good stuff.

Life is straight of the chain, baby.