More wandering...

...When I go walking around downtown, I'm a potential blog-spewer. I'm full of enough content to fill a small kansas town library. Unfortunately it's never very positive. There's something about walking around downtown, that makes me feel like a dissenter of the dissenters; an individual lost in the over-individuality; a loner in a lonely world. I had a bag of old clothes to take to the Salvation Army, but they were closed and "dumping" as the sign points out is illegal. I should have assumed businesses would be closed on Indepence Day. I didn't expect the atm machine to be out of order though. My checking count is hanging by a thread, and it's essential that i deposit some checks. A Steve Buscemi look-a-like quips to me "it's all tapped out". I try and make stupid banter...."looks like there's no money left" I say. Dumb.....
I'm home and Mom is frying chicken in the kitchen. There are no fireworks in town these days, and it's harder to get excited about the city ones when you don't have a group to go with...