Farm equipment isn’t just for the back 40 anymore.
Warren Buffet and I…we’ve both got rail!
Reaping it in piece by piece, all year long.
Everyday is Football Season around here.
Just using what comes naturally.
It’s the green thing to do.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night
nor fog can keep mail away from this place.
In spite of what they say about us, we rock!
You guessed it—a train buff lives here.
The big one got away but it looked a bit like me.
Junk mail heaven.
Most of the mail we get is “crap”.
Stars and Stripes all the way!!!
Courtesy of the local highway department…can’t beat the price!
I’m gray and I’m proud.
When it’s mail time it’s tea time.
Keeping It Cool.
I’d run over and give you a kiss, but I’ve got a post stuck-up my #*!
Goliath’s slingshot. Actual size.
After the divorce.