Short Snip It Of Creativity: Pennsylvania 65 And Many Thousands Spent

Two mature ladies were under an hour from the Garden State line claiming things that they were interested in buying earlier in the day while watching another winter melt away its coldness. With the hour getting late they found themselves at a social meeting place that they frequented for many years. As the sun was setting ready to give up its seat to a more lunar light the two reflected on the past.

“Soon the day of the dead will come around to welcome the summer’s heat,” Elizabeth Wiesel mentioned with her handbag over her shoulder inside the Devon Horse Show Grounds.

“You know Jack’s a warrior,” her friend Sophia Peabody added.

“So how is he doing?” Elizabeth inquired.

“We are still celebrating Independence Day not Veterans,” Sophia paused, “yet.”

Taking a hard look at the ring and knowing the spring flowers will make the tranquil blue message come alive with beauty Sophia remembered the artistic side to the event that has graced the Memorial Day holiday for many years.

“Jack loved to come here,” Sophia continued the conversation, “he would go barn to barn checking the horse’s teeth making sure all the identities were correct.”

“My daughter’s son loves the fudge,” Elizabeth stared down the in gate watching an invisible round go off in her imagination.

“Your little girl has a son?” Sophia asked, “she was just doing juniors yesterday.”

“Married into the Salem family, he wanted a piece of Mass and she gave him my grandson Ben.”

“Oh that is so sweet Elizabeth, congratulations.”

In a sudden move the two together like a rider on a horse decided to move along, “This was a nice place to come and talk,” Elizabeth felt a surge of good memories.

“I come here and read books when its warmer.” Sophia told her about this secret place.

“Oh by the way the announcer guy does he publish books?”

Sophia shrugged her shoulders as the two strolled across the rural road into the parking lot.

When they reached their cars, Elizabeth looked up to the sky, “truly a moonshot.” She said about the bright white illumination.

“Yes even in the darkness, there is light,” Sophia added.

Elizabeth checked her watch noticing it was really getting late she pushed the keypad to unlock the car, “Oh I have got to get home and take care of Ben Salem’s navy-blue sports jacket.”

“Ben Salem has a sport jacket?”

“And lead line this weekend,” Elizabeth updated Sophia, “Iron bound I am.”

When both got into their cars both the driver’s side windows were down, “Elizabeth, Ben Salem will be in that ring across the street soon doing juniors with his pony.”

“I know Sophia,” Elizabeth responded, “And that is why I got to iron the jacket you think my daughter is going to do it? I mean we were lucky to get to Harrisburg that one year.”

“It was not luck Liz, the announcer guy was looking for a good story for a book he wanted to publish.”

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