I have long dreamt of a day when carriages, powered not by horse but by some unseen force, might carry with them messages of hope and joy, spreading light through our humble town.
Close enough.
While haunting the Elm Hurst earlier today I stumbled upon this sign.
Which one of you weirdos put your twig and giggle berries in the towel dispenser?
Ya’ll better behave at helix tonight. We don’t need a repeat of the 1893 riots when Joseph Norsworthys band played on Thames St and the crowd lost their minds when he wouldn’t do an encore of Free Bird.
Be civilized my friends.
Ingersoll needs a pizza joint.
Stay with me here;
One you can eat at. One with a wood fired oven, nice wine and craft beer.
YOU … not me. I can’t eat anything.
@GhostIngersoll People will be travelling throughout the community you founded back in 1793 during Doors Open Ingersoll. If they stop by the @_OCL they can take a selfie with you too.