Last Friday I noticed another weird thing about Templeton. It's not enough that we have three castles (one in the lake, one in the woods, and one that's invisible), a patron lady, a confusion between past and present, and fictional places that are regarded as spots where important things have happened. No, there is more.
After dinner at our new restaurant, The Yum-Yum Shack-- we arrived only to discover that half the village had piled in to see what the food was like--we stopped by Pop's for the basic Yankee soft ice cream in a medium twist. On the window was a printed poster advertising Ichabob's [sic--yes, his name is Bob] Conveyance. This local business peddles "historic" stagecoach and sleigh rides to the tourists, and I frequently hear "Ichabob's" horses clopping by on our street.
The ad began, Step back in time about half an hour . . .
It's not much, but it's a start.
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.