This is from me, and NOT reprinted. - OlderMusicGeek
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So an hour or so later finds my daughter and I going up the Peculiar ramp.
We head up the Peculiar main street. I have to admit that we are disappointed to find nothing strange or out-of-place. Looks like a typical small Midwestern town. No buildings that look they're a cover or disguise for a secret lab or giant spaceship, damn it!
We stop to get gas at a Casey's, a typical – not peculiar! – convenience store you find scattered all over the upper Midwest countryside.
I asked the people in the store about their local restaurants. Nothing strange and unusual there either, damn it! A Subway, a Chinese restaurant, a Mexican restaurant, a truck stop, and a local greasy spoon.
And the people in the store seemed aggravatingly normal too! Didn't strike me as mind-controlled or demon-possessed or disguised aliens. Just typical small town Midwestern folk, damn it!
Well, in a vain hope of trying to find something peculiar, my daughter and I continue down the main street and check their other busy street.
Although we don't see anything peculiar, I make stupid jokes with my daughter, eyes rolling, about the Peculiar elementary school, Peculiar golf country club and Peculiar this-and-that.
It is at this point, I realize that this is exactly something my dad would do with us kids, and we would groan and roll our eyes too! Yes, so even though I'm becoming a woman, I'm still becoming my dad!
My daughter and I did – finally! - find something slightly peculiar in Peculiar. There, on the wall, of a small silo, at The Peculiar Feed Supply store, was a big ole happy face. My daughter even made me wait to take a picture of it, though typical teenager she was, she didn't want a picture of herself in front of it!
For lunch, my daughter went with the boring choice, Subway!
“Subway?! You're in Peculiar. You can go to a Peculiar restaurant, and you choose Subway?!”
“Yeah, why not?”
“What are you going to tell your friends when they ask where you ate in Peculiar?”
“I'll tell them I went to a Peculiar Subway!”
I just roll my eyes.
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