Lemonade Frosties

I have begun collecting receipts I find on the road and I think they form a capsule of time in the time we are living now and, eventually the past. Ashes of the fire that are burning still. That makes no sense. That last sentence. Don’t agree with me on everything or there could be parades all day. After 65 days pandamonium may set in…but I’ll celebrate that with another parade, fireworks, and cornhole…