I don't think I've ever come across a sidewalk that just . . . stops. No warning, no signs, no crosswalk to get you across the busy street to the other sidewalk, just . . . nothing. Very odd.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Where the sidewalk ends . . .
I came upon this while running a week or two ago and finally got around to taking a picture. The location is a few miles from my apartment, on King Philip Drive. Somehow I don't think this is what Shel Silverstein had in mind:
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a mystery! and that telephone pole looks like the perfect spot to staple up some flyers for a Circuit screening. I know. You're welcome.
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