While I passed through the streets filled with people scooping up their treasures from the garage sales, I wondered where in this tiny town would I bomb. Then it dawned on me. There happens to be a place in Wabasha called the National Eagle Center, housing Bald Eagles and educating the world about the amazing creatures that they are. On my face grew a sinister grin as I pulled into a parking stall.
I casually walked around the front of the building, noting that there were two garbage bins right in front of the entrance to the building. Perfect! I could stick a bomb on one of those and place is just so the people working in the building wouldn't be able to see it.
Secondly I was shocked by the price! Really? Today, all the Hippie Hooker would see of this place was the gift shop and this imposing admission fee sign.
I left with a slight smerk on my face. Now they were REALLY getting bombed!
I chose my spot, sat on the curb next to it and quickly pulled it from my sack. I tied it on and snapped a few shots and left. No one walked by as I was doing it, but as I was leaving someone did stop and read the tag! That excited me!
On the road again! Nelson, here I come!!!!
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