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My Favorite Place for Joe

I neglected to include a photo of My Favorite Place for Joe in last week's Small Town tour. I didn't stop there that day, but I did drive by. Here it is on the ground floor of this cool old corner building. It shares the building with a trashy store called That's Phat that bills itself as a premier sexy clothing shop. Click on this picture for a larger view of the "premiere" goods displayed in the window. And people say Small Town isn't diverse.

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It's a beautiful building, Robyn. Unfortunately I can't quite make out exactly what they're selling, by clicking on it!
Scout said…
Lynn, they sell pants that look like you have to paint them on and skirts made out of something the size of a dinner napkin, among other things that I suspect are accessorized with whips. I might be wrong.
dive said…
Mmmmm … Coffee.
Yikes! I clicked on the photo Robyn and I must say I don't think I've ever seen more appalling brickwork in all my years as an architect.
I'd have had them tear it down and rebuild it at their own expense or kicked them off site and got in a proper bricklaying team.
Sheesh!
Don't they have plumb lines in Ohio?
Well, if I'm vere in town I'll be sure to stop in there, Robyn.
and if I EVER learn to stop making typo's....

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