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Signs and sights of Montrose

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

This morning, I leave my hometown of Montrose, CO, for the next stage of The Big Trip. But before I do, I would like to provide you with some images of small town life.

Let’s begin with the hair salons. These are some of my favorites:

This woman is so alluring, I can hardly stand it.

Personally, if I was Dick Todd, I would be pissed. Or pizzed.

A grammatically incorrect title, superfluous capital letters, a frightening picture. These models had to be outsourced – I’ve never seen them at Wal-Mart.
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Now, onto the matter of public art, which is a new development. I don’t remember Montrose being quite so creative and progressive.

I don’t know what this means.

Or this. But I’m sensing that the same artist was commissioned?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph? Peter, Paul, and Mary? WHO?
Every town should have a pair of life-sized, majestic, rusted horses.

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And just for fun, a few more signs:

For those nights when you just can’t decide between chips & salsa or garlic bread. Have both. And partake of their $1.99 margaritas on Thursday nights!

SUDDENLY NEW APPRECIATION FOR PUNCTUATION AND PROPER SPELLING AND JUST PLAIN SENSE-MAKING RIGHT

And on that inspirational note, I must go load my car and hit the road. Colorado Springs tonight, Denver tomorrow, and by Saturday evening, I will have made it through Hades (western Kansas) and be snuggling with my nephews in Kansas City.