I find every last detail of my life endlessly fascinating . . . and I'm supremely confident you do, too! 😉
My friend Marilyn and I often take walks in the woods surrounding Fonthill, built entirely out of concrete and endlessly adorned with tiles by Mr. Mercer.
In those woods behind Fonthill is a small structure which was pretty much abandoned, and stupidly covered with spray-canned graffiti. We always passed it in our travels, and would opine to each other how somebody else ought to lead a restoration of it. Well, Marilyn just sent me videoed news from AssFaceBook that this very thing is now happening.
Yay! 🙂
If you're ever in these parts, go visit the Mercer Museum. It's fascinating.
Cliffs: Doylestown. It's kewl. And, by extension, that makes me kewl. 😎
My friend Marilyn and I often take walks in the woods surrounding Fonthill, built entirely out of concrete and endlessly adorned with tiles by Mr. Mercer.
In those woods behind Fonthill is a small structure which was pretty much abandoned, and stupidly covered with spray-canned graffiti. We always passed it in our travels, and would opine to each other how somebody else ought to lead a restoration of it. Well, Marilyn just sent me videoed news from AssFaceBook that this very thing is now happening.
Yay! 🙂
If you're ever in these parts, go visit the Mercer Museum. It's fascinating.
Cliffs: Doylestown. It's kewl. And, by extension, that makes me kewl. 😎
