Today, Woody is writing the post.

neighbor, the barn i was born in had a symbol painted on the front door. it was a blue square with a red circle inside it. 

in amish country, where i grew up, only the bans had designs on them.

now bernie is walking me down the road and many of the men have symbols painted on their arms. some look like human ladies in the summer. that’s because they don’t have any… Continue reading →