It almost sounds like the title for a country song. Where the deer and the antelope don't play, and the gun fire rings out all night. I did notice a bunny hopping down the Bunny Trail with a sack of eggs over his shoulder and a
Colt 45 (no not the state drink) on his hip.
The trip up was nice till interchange 7 on the Turnpike then the usual traffic but nothing to complain about. BUT this is a far cry from driving on the Shore. Today is roaming around and seeing friends we haven't seen in a while. I must say i am missing the smell of Spring on the Shore. Although i just noticed a fellow breakfaster wearing a nicely worn out JD hat. There may be hope for this place. More as we blog our way through our Easter eggstraviganza.
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