Yankee Grab Bag

Maybe it’s me, but somehow this travel blog has turned into a series of vignettes that try to capture the spirit of the places we go and the people we meet. Because of this, as often as not pieces and parts of our travels get left on the cutting room floor. This is a good thing. Without this little bit of quality control, I might just as well keep a travel diary while you do something productive with your time, like, say, get back to work.

But since you're here I may as well waste a little bit more of your valuable time. Which is to say, what follows are orphaned pieces and parts that I’ve withheld but think are worthy. Witness:

A family and their mule teams harvesting hay in the Amish country...

... followed with a hand-shocked field.

May I present America's most unwelcoming public space (courtesy of a small town police station) ...

... and America's most vital pit stop, courtesy of a retail shop run by Hemming's Motor News.

A snapshot of America's most patriotic fence post...

And a photo-op with the Roosevelts at the FDR Presidential Library and Museum in Hyde Park, NY.

The FDR Library is on the grounds of the Roosevelt's family estate, though at times you'd never know it.

A stop into what could be New England's most charming mercantile...

... where they sell just about everything you can imagine...

... and some things you could never imagine.

To be honest, I still have no idea what to make of the Yodelling Pickle. Likewise, I have no idea what to do with these following snapshots. Some pics are a just too creepy to post. So here they are:

Diane says the real creep is the person behind the camera. I don't know. She might be right.

With that my fellow creeps, I bid you to climb into your own little dream machine and ride off into the great American sunset, filled to overflowing with the promise that tomorrow will come.

Thanks for riding along with us this far.