#1380 Boston
Today's story and sketch by me, #1380 is one strange tale about the pedestrian named Old Bill Brown, He was just dumped out of a Blue Dimension Twister, under the pictured banana palm. This Bill Brown Story started last week on the Planet Earth, seems this fellow has lived in an apartment above, a Magic Shop on Acorn Street in Boston Massachusetts, for one hundred and ten years. His name is Bill, and no one can remember when Bill didn't live on Acorn Street. Last Tuesday morning Bill jumped into his scooter, and was driving toward Louisburg Square Park, a very upscale park he visits every Tuesday to compete in the weekly lawn bowling tournament. Bill was driving his scooter on the cobblestone Street just about to enter the park where he and almost the entire Beacon Hill neighborhood, became covered in a deep dark blue swirling fog, then he and everything disappeared, leaving a very large sink hole where Louisburg Park once existed. Bill arrived here with his mobility scooter, without the park, what happened to a large chunk of Boston Common, and Louisburg Park, will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.
#1380 Boston
Today's story and sketch by me, #1380 is one strange tale about the pedestrian named Old Bill Brown, He was just dumped out of a Blue Dimension Twister, under the pictured banana palm. This Bill Brown Story started last week on the Planet Earth, seems this fellow has lived in an apartment above, a Magic Shop on Acorn Street in Boston Massachusetts, for one hundred and ten years. His name is Bill, and no one can remember when Bill didn't live on Acorn Street. Last Tuesday morning Bill jumped into his scooter, and was driving toward Louisburg Square Park, a very upscale park he visits every Tuesday to compete in the weekly lawn bowling tournament. Bill was driving his scooter on the cobblestone Street just about to enter the park where he and almost the entire Beacon Hill neighborhood, became covered in a deep dark blue swirling fog, then he and everything disappeared, leaving a very large sink hole where Louisburg Park once existed. Bill arrived here with his mobility scooter, without the park, what happened to a large chunk of Boston Common, and Louisburg Park, will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.