24 December 2011

Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me

Going to the gro to pick up some chicken for dinner, and what did I spy?

How seasonal!

Then lo, a miracle appears:

That can't be a real lane, can it?

Who'd believe it? In the same neighborhood, no less. Wait, wait: what if they cross? How cool would that be? No, surely they don't.

Wait for it...

Atlanta, man. From my blog to you(rs)!


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Merry Happy, Jim H!

Randal Graves said...


But where are the drunken Santas? Every burg is full of drunken Santas.