Yet another picture of the stones that mark the dead in Independence.

Man I want to buy a new motorcycle.

Legless mannequins at Super Flea.  At that place, the dummies represent only a small percentage of legless beings.

Come to think of it, the mannequins represent only a small percentage of the dummies….

Something to think about.

A foggy view of a cemetary in Independance.

This kid looked like he’s like to kill me at Super Flea.

I count myself fairly lucky.

This year, I’ve had the pleasure of being on the road for nearly the entire NCAA basketball tournament, same for the Super Bowl (I did that on purpose), and same for last years World Series.

Around my office, if it’s not baseball, basketball or football, it’s golf or just general ‘did you hear what they said on {random sports talk show}.

It’s brutal.

So now, baseball season is here.  It will be over in 20 months from now after the teams play 2,300 games each.  The nice thing about baseball season is that after the first few weeks, the Royals are so far behind in ‘the standings’ (as they call it), most of the talk stops.

Here’s one for Sports Season!!

This old school looking restroom at Super Flea was DISGUSTING.  I shouldnt have been surprised.

I was torn looking at these.  You’d struggle to find a bigger fan of boobs and candy then I, but on the other hand, they looked a bit too clown-like & were being sold right next to motoroil and ashtrays.  I passed, but it was a photofinish.

Super Flea is strange.  I mean, damn.  I’ve never been anywhere that made me want to take so many pictures, at the same time being afraid of getting my ass whipped.  Consequently, I only shot a few, from the hip style.

If this were anyplace but Independence, I’d be able to say that this kid was getting a fake tattoo.  He whipped my ass later in the day.

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