We went to Wal-Mart this morning. Not the evil Blue Springs Wal-Mart; oh no. We chose not to go in the direction of the big city, instead crossing the Missouri River and heading north to Richmond.
Surprisingly, there were many open spaces in the parking lot. By the time we left, though, traffic was streaming in. Apparently, we just happened to beat the crowd.
Valentines? Hey, it's just now Christmas Eve!
Here's a little Christmas story for you: The man above needed to put that huge package (one of those battery-operated kiddie jeeps) into a small trunk; he was obviously in trouble. Enter that passing white-haired lady, who happened to be driving an SUV. It was obvious that she was offering to take this stranger's package to his house for him.
As I was sitting in the parking lot of Pizza Hut (don't ask), I saw this pathetic flag hanging in front of the Lexington Fire Department. It made me sad to think that anyone would leave such a tattered remnant of a flag hanging like that. Pathetic.