Also known as 'Geneva-not-on-the-Lake.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, it was live.

 

 

 

Geneva too had a Carnegie

 

 

Quaint!

What the heck was a llama doing on the sidewalk? Was someone walking it as a pet?

I love the sign that says "Open Sunday 10-1".

"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."

Cute town. That town clock would last until the first Saturday night around here, when an unemployed drunk hillbilly in a pickup truck, with no license and no insurance would run it down and then get hung up on the planters and half-destroy them trying to leave the scene.

 

Fifty-fifty chance he'd then get killed in a shootout with the police after pulling a handgun out from under the seat.

Kuntry Lites?  (2nd photo)

 

To channel MTS for a moment, "Lawd..."

One L lama, that's a priest

Two L Llama, that's a beast

I would bet a silk pyjama

That there is no three L lllama*

 

-- Ogden Nash

 

* The poet's attention has been called to a type of conflagration known as a 'three-alarmer.' Pooh.

When you are from the area you know that is not a llama, lol.

 

That businesses slogan... "Once you go Alpaca, you'll never go backa"

 

YES WE ALL HATE IT TOO!  LOL!

Ah, my place of birth. Although I have never spotted a llama there.

 

"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."

 

Nice Caddyshack reference!

 

Cute town. That town clock would last until the first Saturday night around here, when an unemployed drunk hillbilly in a pickup truck, with no license and no insurance would run it down and then get hung up on the planters and half-destroy them trying to leave the scene.

 

Trust me, there are plenty of drunk hillbillies around there. Not to mention roughneck bikers. The clock tower has remained safe despite this. Maybe it's because all of the drinking establishments are near the lake.