I’m…honestly not sure what to say about this courthouse. It’s like this weird mix of the 50’s, 70’s, and 80’s? I don’t even know how I feel about it. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I feel just plain weird about it. It’s not terrible, but it’s not good. It’s definitely not good. But, then again, they host local things like the 4-H Chapter so I guess it’s good enough?
I originally intended to give some love to a local letterbox, but it turned out that the location required some coordinate and direction rejiggering. That’s an unknown as far as I’m concerned and, as the meme says, ain’t nobody got time for that (as they say in the parlance of our times). So I ended up at the town clock tower. The cache turned out to be a little magnetic canister that blended in nicely with one of the gates. Simple, to the point, and exactly the kind of thing I need out there. Recalculations (unless they’re really, really simple) and clever caches are not my thing when I’m out here on the road, people. Besides, ticking clock, folks. I pointed myself back southwards (well, OK, more southeastwards) and got back to rolling until, between me and home, I was driven by wonder to halt in…
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No, that looks like a strip mall that was trying to be upscale. No, just no.