Southern Indiana sights on a Monday afternoon.

Not to keep harping on Barrow, AK, but I'd bet that their bank clocks didn't have the following temperature reading today:

I'll grant that most bank clocks I've seen tend to skew a few degrees warmer than the actual ambient temperature. Regardless, we are in the middle of our season of simple endurance. Ugh.

Heading west on Old Hwy 50 in Washington, one passes a car wash on the left side of the road:

A little cutesy, sure. But I dare not check out the other side of the board (the eastbound view), for fear that my brain would physically eat itself. Perhaps it says "Turn right to wash wrong." Or maybe it says "Turn right to wash left." The world, or at least readers of this blog, will never know.

In the drive-thru at a local chicken joint to score some dead chicken, I noticed that their drive-thru speaker was busted beyond recognition:

I wonder if they knew about it?

Oh. Apparently so.

Lastly, a one-word piece of advice crudely marked on a barn on U.S. 50 between Montgomery and Loogootee:

Damn straight, "run." It doesn't matter where. Just run.