So @eileenthequeen, I saw your tags about the goat thing on my Rromani FAQ post and it reminded me to tell you guys the story about my ridiculous goat so here we go:
When I was little, my family was living in New Jersey for a while (USA) and we had a farm. Idk if it’s just my family or if it’s normal or whatever but we’ve always had horses and I had a goat friend named Rochelle (Chelley). Now, this goat was fucking fearless. I had a swing set with this totally awesome slide, and Chelley would literally climb the ladder and go down the slide. But that is not what this story is about.
So, one night we had this ridiculous storm. It knocked out the power where we lived, trees fell down and broke the fences on the horse paddocks, and one tree in particular caught fire because of lightning. The horses bolted into the woods, so my folks went and rounded up the neighbours to help track down the horses. They also noticed that Chelley the Goat was missing. She had been in a stall in the barn that night, so they figured she got scared and somehow managed to jump the wall and get out of the barn. Not surprising for a goat who can climb a fucking ladder, tbh.
They looked for the animals all night and managed to find all of the horses (I think we had like twelve at the time???), but there was not a single sign of this fucking goat. However, my mother, in all her fucking practicality, had put a fucking collar on my goat with a name tag and our address and phone number (who the hell puts a collar and a name tag on a goat??? daje, that’s who). So she figured they would call it a night and if someone found her, they would call.
Flash forward to the next afternoon.
My mother gets a phone call from somebody at the Delaware Memorial Bridge toll booth authority or whatever they’re called. Chelley. My motherfucking goat. This badass cabra motherfucker had cROSSED THE FUCKING DELAWARE MEMORIAL BRIDGE (FOUR MILES AWAY DOWN I-95) AND WAS BEING HELD AT THE FUCKING BRIDGE AUTHORITY UNTIL SOMEBODY COULD PICK HER UP.
For reference, here is a picture of the bridge that was conquered by a fucking nanny goat.
Today we had a date with our favourite Philly boys.
First row - this is quite possibly the school Babe attended. Front Street is the street he grew up on - but it is a long street and we only saw a small section of it - most of this stretch was businesses but there were a few houses - so Babe probably grew up in a place like this.
Babe’s statue is at Herron Playground - which is a kids water park. Gosh he was a bit of a hottie, and he could dance (he won Jitterbug competitions), which is always extra points.
We then went to Winton Ave, which is where Wild Bill Way is, but once we got there I rechecked an article and discovered that Wild Bill Way is only one block of Winton Ave - about 2.5km away, and we were not in the mood for spending more money on another bus or walking so we didn’t get to Wild Bill Way.
We did however venture out to the Delaware County Veterans Memorial - which is about an hour by train and bus out of central Philly, and visited Bill! It’s kinda nice that this statue portrays Bill later in life instead of as a young soldier - it brings a certain reality to things - many vets did not return whole, but a lot of them still managed to soldier on as best they could and make the most out of life. The statue is much larger than life - like Bill himself.
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CultureTRIBUTE: Beau Biden Memorial - Dover, Delaware - Senate Hall - June 2015
Services begin for the Vice President’s son, Iraq war veteran and former Delaware Attorney General Beau Biden, as he honorably lies in state today. Public viewing services will continue through tomorrow and President Obama will deliver the eulogy at the Family Funeral Mass on Saturday.
Keep Joe in your thoughts. He has suffered more loss than most of us can imagine.