Sometimes I don’t know what I’m thinking. I rode past this house last weekend and it took me about 1/4 of a mile to decide to swing back to get a better look and take a photo of it.

I wonder if it’s always like this or if it is just dressed up for the 4th of July? A big part of me hopes it’s always like that. The world is much more interesting with eccentric people in it.

Happy Independence Day, Y’all.