Sometimes You Don't Need An Apostrophe (Or Two, Even)

Sometimes, when it is Unrelentingly Grey in our part of NEO, Rick and I zip down to see if things are sunnier at the lake and check on things down there, like if Canada geese have overrun my brother's yard or if there are any nice cows alongside the road to get friendly with. Sometimes I have to get fussy and complain that we don't stop at Grandpa's Cheese Barn to hit the samples for a snack. Sometimes Rick says, "Next week, let's come early on Sunday and fill up on sausage gravy and biscuits and see what they've deep-fried over at the breakfast buffet!" and I have to Be The Bad Guy and remind him of his high blood pressure. Sometimes along the way we see something funny, like the guy wearing bright red suspenders and a Dr. Seuss-type hat, or oddly satisfying, like the hand-tied Amish corn shocks standing in the fields.

But Sometimes, we see things that don't make us any happier, that only serve to add to our gloom. Such was the case with this sign, one that made me ask Rick to turn around on Route 58 in order for me to get a picture.

Thank goodness the sun came out.

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