About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street"...
The trip the following day took us on a quick stop to the ever enchanting Flagstaff (and I tried to get Dad to stop at more attractions, but it seems they are all "at least 60 miles" from the turnoff, so on we went to Flag), where some pretty great little treasures were found in a local antique store. From there, we headed down the canyon to Sedona. We passed an old, dilapidated truck with an old, dilapidated woman standing next to it, taking a driving break...the truck was covered with plywood signs indicating that she was on a "National Anti-Sodomy Crusade". We whizzed by too fast for a photo op, but it did provide fodder for song on our way down the scenic canyon.