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So there's this guy I see around Augusta - he will give you further insight into why my fair city is so unique (this missive will expound upon the lessons we learned about Augusta many months ago regarding the hand painted "For Sale By Onwer" sign (please recall that the "Onwer" part was the sign-painter's mistake and not my mis-type)). But I digress...back to my story.

There is a man whom I have happened to drive past approximately four times this summer. He would not be of significant interest were it not for his mode of transportation. No, actually his mode of transportation (a bicycle) is relatively normal - it is what he tows behind this bicycle that brings mirth to my day. Each time I've seen this man he has been pedaling up Wrightsboro Road with a push lawnmower roped to the back of his bike. From what I can deduce, he is earning some honest summer wages by mowing lawns and uses this "lawnmower roped to the bike" method of traversing from house to house. Or perhaps this is his take on a riding lawnmower...

Augusta also boasts what I would assume is one of the most concentrated populations of mullet wearers south of the Mason-Dixon line (look at me being all southern by bringing up the Mason-Dixon line...I can guarantee you that back home in Nebraska no one gives a hoot about the Mason-Dixon line). Anyway, there are mullets a-plenty here in town. Mullets in all shapes and forms - from the relatively short, usually wavy 80's mullet, to the long, flowing waist-length NASCAR-fan mullet, from the popular fem-mullet (the female version) to the rare and proud species of skullets (bald patch on top)and bullets (totally bald except for the mullet in back), Augusta has much to be proud of. Oh yes, much indeed.

Enough of my sarcastic ramblings - I'm off to bed and tomorrow my parents and my sister are coming to visit! Could I BE any more excited