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| Yikes, the color difference between pasty old me and my bronzed husband is frightening. Good thing this gang of gay dolphins was ~~cOlOr bLiNd~~ |
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| Wrangler. |
The bowling ally in Douglas had some truly beautiful day-glow murals. I wish we could have gotten more pictures, but it was so dark. The other walls featured nature scenes and some kind of Native American Jesus with a flaming skull head. I love small towns and their weird quirks. You kind of take them for granted when you live there, I think.
When I was growing up in Palm Coast, did I truly appreciate the crappy old pier, the Picture Show III with it's shoe box theaters and huge glass cases of troll dolls and action figures? The time I spent on my best friend chihuahua farm? (Yes, I said chihuahua farm) Probably not; maybe the chihuahua farm...I'm a sucker for puppies. But I do appreciate the ridiculous memories.
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