Friday, March 04, 2011

Prisms, man...

On the Pennsylvania Turnpike, heading back to New York from Pittsburgh on the 14th, we happened to see for the first time, the end of the rainbow. Obviously, I needed to pull over to explore.

There were no pots of gold, no leprechauns and no magically delicious Lucky Charms.

There was, however, a trailer park about an eighth of a mile up the road.

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