April 20, 2011
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There’ a manhole cover in the middle of the street right in front of our house. Every day, when we walk Amy and Oliver, we walk right over it. Not a terribly impressive thing. I hardly notice it. It is not like a mountain or a lake.
But tonight Jo Ann was busy baking a rhubarb pie so it was just the pooches and me on the walk. I noticed there were words on the chunk of iron (or whatever it is they make the things from.) This couldn’t be a burning bush or anything like that, but I decided to pause and see what message was contained in the middle of our street.
It seemed strange enough that I hauled out my IPhone and shot it. The manhole cover.
Here it is. For your reflection.
Uh, we live in Surprise, Arizona. But then that in itself is worth thinking about.