Down the Neon Boulevard

Last night we had dinner out on Hwy 192. Driving down the road, passing giant flamingo statues, neon magenta, all-you-can-eat lobster feasts, mine car mountains of miniature golf, seashell giftshops full of wrestling t-shirts and knock-off Disney beach towels, dippin dots ice cream shops, white stallion dinner shows, towering wizards attached to storefronts with outstretched hands and dragsters, I thought, so this is my town now. And I like it exactly as it is. Could use a little more neon maybe.

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