i just realized that bingo markers were for playing bingo.

take me home country roads to the place that i belong

on our way back from new haven, we stopped in northampton to relive some good old days. the streets were totally overrun with hippies, the sky was blue and the food was delish.

we bopped in and out of the shops, and came upon a little row of antique shops, and now that we are older and wiser, we ducked in to check them out. unable to leave emptyhanded, i picked up a set of uncle arthur's "bedtime stories" in beautiful condition. i loved the graphics of the little boys and girls playing and praying, and the reddish orange of the cover was totally sweet.

after we got home and enjoyed the stories (i.e. laughed until we turned blue) about honoring thy father and mother like ducklings and praying ardently for scholarships, i just wikipedia-ed him, and it turns out that i share a birthday with uncle arthur.