It's a Bizarro Day In The Neighborhood...

I don't suppose that my neighborhood is really any more bizarre than most other neighborhoods...

Wait... Yes I do.

Case in point: We have the friendly corner gunshop in our neighborhood.

But wait...! It's not JUST a gunshop!

"Not JUST a gunshop?" I hear you cry; "Why, what ELSE could a gunshop POSSIBLY sell?"





Why, Fancy Fruit Baskets, what else!??! Presumably the staff does not encourage the students in the pistol course to use the contents of the fruit baskets to re-enact and update the William Tell story...

(I hope...!)

I note that their over-the-sidewalk sign also advertises their educational offerings:



Or, as a friend of mine put it: "'Instructional shooting'? Well, I suppose that that's more polite than saying, 'That'll l'arn 'em!'"

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On a different note, I was taking the Snot-Rocket out for a walk so she could take her evening Nixon the other night, and happened to notice this:



I think that there's a line in here, trying to get out, about how stubbornly winter hangs on, here in New England...

Closing thought for today:
"If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day” -- John Archibald Wheeler