I’ve been to this swimming pool before, five years ago, and made almost exactly this same photo. I know what I like, right? (Or I’m in a half-decade-long rut.)
But wait – coming soon to this very blog is a photo of a small-town swimming pool that is still in operation! Aren’t you so excited?
I am thinking of utilizing my spare time to work on a Nebraskan-English dictionary. My late mother-in-law and I could have definitely benefited from such a thing, if you see where I am headed.
Anyway, I’ve already got the first entry:
Nebraskan: center things
English: all those things in the middle of the table
So far, Nebraskan seems a more concise language…
On this particular trip, my friend Mary and I stopped for lunch at the Dixie Dog; we sat at the counter, which is how we were able to hear the cook say, when she’d caught up with the lunch orders, that she was going to step outside and smoke “a piece” of her cigarette.
How can you not have a crush on a town when you can hear something like that?
the Dixie Dog