Some things in life can not be duplicated. They are created as if through magic and plopped into reality. Still dripping with inspiration.
High atop a limestone bluff in Valley Park was conjured a workable alter of joy.
Blue painted concrete, scrappy green summertime, and suburban interstate highway as far as the eye can see.
RIP Wet Willy's. Gone but not forgotten.
ReplyDeleteI remember actually watersliding on that thing when I was like 4.
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