Somebody get the Sheriff

Today while waiting for David to get a pair of pants hemmed, I took a walk around the block. I happened to have my camera with me and these are a few of the things I saw and some thoughts....


Can you hate pork yet still love your "Hog"?

In a country that forbids Muslims to buy alcohol, do they really want their young people getting their hair cut in a saloon? Where are the swinging doors and the gun slingers? Is this guy the sheriff?

I'm going to have to go back to the saloon and get the sheriff. We need to round up a posse and find the varmint that painted this Rolls Royce because there has been serious crime committed here.

I know one thing... this country may be a desert, but it is fertile ground for blog pickin's.