Sweet Daughter and I were driving through Williamsburg (where the hotel was – yes. We hotel it in March. Sue me.) to Jamestown on Saturday morning when I saw a lovely 18th century house with a very simple sign out front. The artwork consisted of a pineapple and three letters. “AHA!” I said. I need to get a picture of that. So on Sunday morning, I managed to stick my camera out the window and grab a picture. “THAT’s getting sent to New York Times best-selling author Larry Correia!” I told Sweet Daughter.She ignored me and continued eating her Froot Loops.
Funny - I would have expected something more lethal than a pineapple.
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