En route to the Coven Cabin we witches must go north up Highway 169 past Mille Lacs. It's a pretty drive and we pass through a mish-mash of towns, landmarks, and assorted establishments: Half-Breed Motorcycles, various Ojibwa reservations and casinos, the giant walleye statue, hunting lodges, and roadhouses.
I could not help but take a picture of the sign on the door at the Y Club when we stopped in for a bite declaring that guns were not allowed on the premises. My coven gave me the strangest look and one of them said, "Why are you taking a picture of that? Does that really stand out in your mind?"
The other thing that I found amusing was the proliferation of what I call the 'anti-political' bumper sticker. No endorsements for politicians or causes. People just put random, borderline gross (but humorous), statements on their cars.
I have obviously been away from my childhood roots too long.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
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