We were on a day trip to a replica of an Old Western town. My grandparents went there a few years ago and attended a weekend festival, but the owner has since passed away so we arrived to find it eerily deserted and run-down. We walked around and explored for two or three hours and I only saw one other person the whole time, very possibly the author of this flyer. She was sitting on a bench outside a closed-for-good souvenir shop, her attention devoted to a phone or handheld gaming system from which I never noticed her avert her glance to check out our motley band of too-late-tourists. In retrospect, maybe I should’ve asked her how much it would have cost to clean our carses.
I’d say about half of the photos that I found in an old photo album involve this family in some way, and then the other half are a mystery to me. This Polaroid was probably taken by the younger sister since she’s not pictured here. I’m not sure if she meant to capture her parents kissing, but I’m glad she did.
My husband found this while we were walking our dog. It appears to be a homework assignment about pi. I’ve been trying for weeks to figure out a good tune or beat to sing along with it but haven’t had much luck.