Sunday, April 13, 2008

St. Martin de Porres

Wires, poles, and signs are the bane of architectural photography.

5 comments:

Jeffrey Smith said...

I'll pass. It wouldn't be like what you'd get in the south.
Then again, I'm pre-McDonald's. When I was growing up, the nearest one was forty miles away. Didn't even go into one until I was in college.

Jeffrey Smith said...

Lucky blighter. He's on the right track.

Irene said...

My memory of St. Ann's: the girls lined up in front with their plaid jumpers and white shirts, wait for the bus each afternoon.

Kyle, I've never had a Big Mac either, and I've been around since long before the very first McDonald's.

Irene said...

Kyle, if I had been eating Big Macs, I wouldn't have been around nearly this long.

If guilt works on you, remember that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost. Then go to confession for those two Big Macs -- they truly are mortal sins, no pun.

Jeffrey Smith said...

I get a craving for one every year or so. I give in to it, get sick as a dog, and am perfectly happy to avoid them for another year. At least they qualify as hamburgers now. Back in the late 70's they were more like mystery meat.