Saturday M and I went to Wisconsin to look for fireworks. We were a few weeks too early, but the trip was nice. At a rest stop, just a little beyond Janesville, there is a picnic table with M & K deeply etched into it. We sat, looking at all the childish graffetti scraped into the table at which time M pulled out his pocket knife and said "let's put our names in and show 'em how it's done."

Love is defacing state property ....

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