A while back we were meandering through West Gardiner to where, I don't recall, but we came across this vacancy sign. Was this a couples only resort?
No, we discovered... it was a horse motel (OK... OK... a stable...) with accommodations by the month.
Then this white-bearded guy came out to greet us. His name was Jerry.
"Please," he pleaded (or was that bleated?), "won't you feed my kids?"
So we dropped a few coins in the revamped vending machine. Anything for Jerry's kids.
3 comments:
awww, these signs were cute!
Very clever. My Elvis is jealous!
Aw, darn! I was thinking it was perhaps for wayward brother-sister sibling teams that can't seem to behave themselves on a given day. Issues? No, I have no issues. ;-)
Very fun blog. Thanks!
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