It is late in the evening, warm as the day winds down. I am home, typing, of course, and on the radio, I’m listening to WJTN and the entire album of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.
Goodbye Yellow Brick RoadThe Post-Journal had an article on page two that caught my interest:
Post-Journal
Retired high school teacher, Harold Scruggs, has had the problem of plastic pink flamingos occasionally popping up in his front lawn. Thursday’s episode was the third such occurrence in the last five weeks. Scruggs says he doesn’t know where the flamingos are coming from, and though at first, he thought it was a spur of-the-moment prank, he has now become irritated, because the metal stems poke large holes in his lawn. Each time the flamingos have been found in his yard, they have been in groups of five. Whe
