Friday, April 16, 2004
I keep meaning to take our digital camera with me "into town", but forget when the time comes. Since I'm afraid the moment will be lost by the time I actually do remember, I'll just write about it. Ramona is the back woods area of San Diego. It's very much like the Midwest - pretty rural, but not out of touch with metro life. But every time you start thinking that the ol' hometown may be getting a little more hip, you pass by the road off of Main Street (yes, the main street in Ramona is actually called Main Street) with all the mailboxes - as in the 25 mailboxes which stand crookedly, each on a post sticking out of a five gallon bucket of concrete. The other day, while driving home, I noticed a home made sign stuck to a stop sign. Torn cardboard with the scrawl of black ink or paint:
FOUND
PIG
789-#####
