True it was a gazillion degrees and there was no one else there but the Orange Show is great american folk art. I'm told. Anyway it was a gazillion degrees and I was the only one there and there was enough breeze to make things go creak and I just got all creeped out and itchy. But then I opened a door (I know I was watching the movie shouting "don't do it!" but it was ART so I did and well...
I didn't scream. I just calmly read about oranges and purity and oranges and santa claus and oranges and indians and things just got a little weirder.
So a guy in the 50s buys an empty lot and starts to build a homage to oranges. He works every day building this extravaganza of tile and concrete with the idea of putting on shows and educating the world about the wonderfulness of oranges. So now he's dead and a non-profit takes care of it and people come by for a gander. I think it's a perfect setting for a horror movie about pedophile clowns.
So I needed a little air after my encounter with oranges so I went to the ocean. For those following along on the map, Galveston, Texas being east of Arizona is technically on the way to Massachusetts so off i went.
A nice beach to help rid myself of lingering orange thoughts was followed by the sighting of the homliest mermaid I have ever seen.
I then took a quick ferry to a plate of crab nachos and a town that took the threat of flood very seriously.
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I think if you're going to reference a map you ought to add a link to said map. Just a note from a couch-potato-at-heart.
Good lord girl! Isn't that why you had children - so you could say "go fetch me a map son!"?
Anyway, the map is in my head and clearly you don't want a link into there.
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