In front of the Fire Museum, we found a plaque designating the area as a park to memorialize a Mr. Clapper; the plaque was at the base of a large bell ---with a clapper, of course.
This friendly guy waves to all who walk by his lovely townhouse.
He is, however, a dummy---and I mean that in the nicest possible way.
I was baffled by the potty sign.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil--life-size, in bronze.
This appeared to be a life-sized, stuffed bison. We saw a herd off the interstate, not too far from there, but none of them were skateboarding.
These bears were made of nails!
I had never remembered seeing a Subaru quite like this. (B read recently that they did not sell well.)
While we were walking around, it started to rain, but the drops dried almost as soon as they fell.