Sitting on the National Road. . .
Last Thursday, between our annual autumn trek to the apple orchard and a soccer game for Joseph, we had a brief pit stop in Greenfield, Indiana. We happened upon the Riley Festival commemorating Hoosier poet, James Whitcomb Riley. The festival radiated out from the intersection of Highways 9 and 40. I gathered the girls around and said, "Look kids, this road starts at the Atlantic Ocean and goes all the way to the Pacific Ocean." (Turns out that "Pacific Ocean" part isn't actually true, but used to be!) "How about you sit here on the National Highway and let me take your picture?" They complied, but Joseph opted out. He thought it was a little too weird and complained that Abigail sat there with major "plumber bum." (From the photo, this seems likely, but inconclusive.)
