King James 1 died of sarcophageal cancer in 1625 ce. I don’t understand this gravestone item except the foot in the lower right corner. I understand the foot, mostly.
Hi Readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I have some loose ends here in need of exploitation, same as everything else we humans touch need exploiting. These are photos not quite lousy enough in concept to justify tossing them, but not juicy enough to justify a blog entry built around them.
Sarcophagus of a church: Olathe Community Theater Association – one block east, currently the eastern extremity of my attempts to walk somewhere. Easternmost bastion of artsy fartsyism from where I live and breathe.
For instance [above], Olathe, KS is full of neighborhood churches gone to meet Jesus leaving behind useful buildings to be converted by sinners into nothing particularly holy.
Back when everyone thought radioactivity was harmful to human beings a person would see a lot of these. Today you have to visit a ghost-town to find them. Anachronistic tomfoolery. How dare they deny science by being scared of a little radioactivity?
Sarcophagus of Sunflower US Army Ammunition Plant contains lots of smaller sarcophagi above and below:
Sunflower Ammo shot its wad but that’s no reason to get careless. Hope you folks found other jobs.
Let’s not forget Dorothy, the Tin Man, et all while we explore the ammo plant sarcophagus. [ http://kensas.kdhe.state.ks.us/certop/ISL_Detail?id=C404600052]
West Side Story said it best: Nobody wants a fella with a social disease.
There’s a small problem on the cleanup thing. They runned spang out of money. The sarcophagus of a once-useful piece of real estate after all the profiteers ran and hid, disclaimed kinship.
Possibly too much honesty displayed here.
Some things probably shouldn’t be put on a sign.
Don’t be drinking cereal malt beverages around here. Whatever the hell those might be.
This is the nature park outside Sunflower Ammo Plant.
Kansas Museum for the Deaf – one block north, the extremity of my walking distance northward. Northernmost bastion of artsyfartsyism from where I live and continue to breathe.
Back in Olathe, one block north.
I’m feeling much better now. Glad we had this little talk.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
Recon the farm was on Kill Creek? That would make the name make sense. Blessing, M.
On Kill Creek it is. Gracias, J