Had today been the last it would have been perfect. There is so many things to do and see but little that I’d like. They are waiting… But I’m sitting here, in a chair, and it feels like I’m going somewhere again. No time to rush.
npr:
Gone, poof! Like a puff of smoke. — tanya b.
The wooden cigarette, painted to look real, with a Marlboro label around the filter, was in its previous life a telephone pole that weighs 150 pounds. Jeannie and her husband had secured the cigarette onto their lawn with heavy brackets and cement.
(via A 10-foot long cigarette is missing from Silver Spring yard - Rosenwald, Md. - The Washington Post)
