We decided to check out the Longaberger Basket Building. It’s one of my favorite pieces of American roadside kitsch. It’s the former headquarters of a company that manufactures picnic baskets. It has the reputation of being the world’s largest basket (seven stories high). The building has apparently fallen on hard times. It’s uninhabited now and the parking lot is empty with weeds growing up through the pavement. I guess its future is unclear, so I’m glad we got to see it.
I’ve heard the phrase “He’s no picnic” before. I’m not sure what it means, but it doesn’t sound good. After much self-reflection, I have decided that despite my flaws, I am a picnic!
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