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Because I always find weird and quirky places to visit.

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The other half of the Old Red Mill building in Jericho, Vermont was what I’d really come to see.

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No, that’s not a commentary on ultra left liberals.

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Named after Wilson Bentley, the museum celebrates the life of the first man to ever photograph snowflakes.

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We take photographs of everything for granted now, but trust me this was a big deal at the turn of the century.

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They even had his original camera.

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Imagine dragging that around in the snow.

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The museum was understandably small, basically just one room.

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And judging by the fact his favorite quilt, sewn by his mother, took up a whole wall…

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Exhibits were hard to come by.

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I tried to take a selfie with Bentley, but the lighting was wrong and left me with nothing but a giant glare.

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Random musings

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I’m not a big football fan, and since those dastardly 49ers ousted my beloved cheese in the playoffs… I really don’t care much about the Super Bowl this year. (Except for the commercials of course) But I dutifully watched the Bengals put my second choice Chief’s quarterback Patrick Mahones to sleep in the back half of last weekend’s game all the same. And as I gazed on that giant sea of red in Arrowhead stadium… it made me wonder what all those seats were raking in.

Behold – Ticketmaster’s prices for the game.

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Holy crap on a cracker!

It’s been a long time since I attended a professional football game, and from the look of those prices it seems that I won’t ever be going again.

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Felines are strange creatures.

Like this one who had a catnip pouch on his belly… but was too stoned to care.

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We’ve been having snow storms with really large flakes lately. The photo doesn’t do it justice.

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Now that’s a winter wonderland.

❤️

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A little bird told me.

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The husband came home with yet another one of those free newspapers he picks up at the store every time he sees them. He really can’t help himself. But instead of the usual meaningless drivel, this publication had a few interesting factoids.

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A 15 inch flake? That’s almost as wide as Paris Hilton.

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We have Winnie to thank for OMG? Who knew.

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Well, alright then.

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I have no explanation for that whatsoever.

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And now my mind is truly blown.

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