My Third Day Has Ended

Only three days? Please shoot me now.

Okay, don't really shoot me. I have affairs to tend to at home, and above all, I will do my duty.

Bravely spoken!

So today was go-to-the-most-terrifying-church-on-earth day. My brothers, my father and I were literally the only people there under 60 years old. It gave me the heebie-jeebies...

Then we went to eat.

And we walked.

And thus began my second photographic rampage!


We decided to stop by the park. The only park. The sign makes it sound much bigger than it really is. The reason alcohol is prohibited is that there's no room for coolers.


Our first stop in the park was the Amazing Playground. It's not half bad. Close, but not quite. We went in for a closer look.


Standing in that tower just gave me a feeling of nostalgia...Saving princesses...slaying dragons...those were the days. But I'm a ninja, now. No time for knighthood.


Next to the Amazing Playground was a pool. It was, according to the sign, closed. The children inside, however, gave me my doubts...


Darren found a monument that he really liked. He just kept saying, "That would go so well with the others..."


We stopped by the ampitheatre, and he suffered a relapse into drama-mode. All I heard for the next twenty minutes was, "The prince is giving a ball!"


We then made our way to that most perilous of all playground rides.....the rusty, wobbly merry-go-round, perched high upon a steep cliff. This thing was old when I first came to town, almost two decades ago. It hasn't been fixed since then. Oh, so much fun.


Boy, did we get that thing moving.


Being the rough and burly man I am, I couldn't help but strike a Cap'n Morgan pose. Everyone's got a little Captain in 'em.


Darren took a trip back to the days of his youth. Alas, it just wasn't the same. He never used to hit his head on the ground...


And now we come to the park's greatest feature, two big piles of dirt. They're an awful lot of fun to play on. Unbeknownst to us, however...


They were giant anthills! Needless to say, those six-legged critters were not pleased with us.


On the way home, we had a bit of fun with some signs that we found. This isn't that. I really am a historical figure in Barnesville.



Darren lost both of his balls because he was playing with them where he shouldn't have been. I know better than that. I'm always very careful with my balls.


That doesn't mean I don't play. Just...not with balls.


We got hungry later on, and had to sell ourselves for food money. Darren wasn't too happy about this...


But he eventually got into it. We ate well tonight.

Okay, not well. He didn't bring in a ton of money...

But we survived.

With bellies full and pockets empty, we returned home. Again I am chronicling my day for your benefit.

My benefit, too. It's one of the few things I have to help me keep my sanity up here.