April 13, 2018
April 17, 2018
Use that storm drain for “deposits”.
“Where the Sidewalk Ends.”Good movie … I watched it again just this past weekend. Dana Andrews and Gene Tierney.
Could be worse if there wasn’t any room to turn around. Should have been marked as “Dead End” back at the last junction.
Does Bob know Shel Silverstein?
Where the sidewalk ends … the fun begins.
We’re talkin’ uncharted territory.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Well, we don’t have a lot of sidewalks anyway…
Curb your pet. :)
When the curb ends, THEN you’re in trouble!
No longer the trailblazer he once was.
A few more steps is where the fertilizer is needed little fella, then we can head back home
It won’t stop a doggy.
SHAKEDOWNVILLE over 2 years ago
Use that storm drain for “deposits”.
maureenmck Premium Member over 2 years ago
“Where the Sidewalk Ends.”Good movie … I watched it again just this past weekend. Dana Andrews and Gene Tierney.
whahoppened over 2 years ago
Could be worse if there wasn’t any room to turn around. Should have been marked as “Dead End” back at the last junction.
TStyle78 over 2 years ago
Does Bob know Shel Silverstein?
Doug K over 2 years ago
Where the sidewalk ends … the fun begins.
rastapopilos over 2 years ago
We’re talkin’ uncharted territory.
Daltongang Premium Member over 2 years ago
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Amra Leo over 2 years ago
Well, we don’t have a lot of sidewalks anyway…
the lost wizard over 2 years ago
Curb your pet. :)
mwksix over 2 years ago
When the curb ends, THEN you’re in trouble!
cuzinron47 over 2 years ago
No longer the trailblazer he once was.
BigBoy over 2 years ago
A few more steps is where the fertilizer is needed little fella, then we can head back home
RonBerg13 Premium Member over 2 years ago
It won’t stop a doggy.