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Loved this book as a kid.
The BEST book. I have kept mine to read/pass down to my daughter 🥹 Shel is a gem.
Way cool
…life begins
One sister for sale,
One sister for sale,
One crying and spying young sister for sale
I’m really not kidding so who’ll start the bidding
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickle?
A penny?
Oh isnt there isnt there isnt there any
One person who will buy this sister for sale
This crying spying old young sister for sale.
You guys should listen to his song, The great smoke off.
This really hits that warm spot for me.
This may be where the sidewalk ends
Far below me are shimmering surfaces
Water… I need water
I’ve killed everyone here except for my daughter
Awww, a rush of warm memories
Reading the comments I can see it’s a reference for a book, but not knowing that I thought this was someone being an asshole in an elegant way: “You wanted to take a nice walk around the neighborhood? Well, fuck you, here is where the sidewalk ends đź’«”
Shel Silverstein wrote a poem for my 5th grade class and did two readings of his books for my school.
Of course if you know anything about the guy you’ll be unsurprised to hear that he was banging my 5th grade teacher.
That is a lovely sign on a shitty sidewalk
i love shel silverstein. fun fact: he wrote the song “25 Minutes to Go”, made famous on Johnny Cash’s “Live at Folsom Prison”.
Concrete
Do not pick your nose kids.
Great idea…and even using the original script.
And where the hell was I…
*monkey noises
Why does the sidewalk end? Is it this guy’s fault? Is he putting up a whimsical sign to distract from being an asshole somehow?
Accidental poetry
And the road begins…
Need to build a little library there for a book exchange then it would be funny and useful.
Art 🤌
Sign seems accurate
This book was like Frampton Comes Alive, everybody had a copy when we were kids.
At first I thought maybe it was a disc golf tee pad.
That’s deep
Video game logic
Unexpected Shel.
That’s his driveway and grass after that. Pretty sure he doesn’t want strange people traipsing on his property with strollers and dogs.
Where the sidewalk ends… is where people pressured city council to avoid impact fees and preserve their property values. Money is more important than pedestrian safety.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
It’s the title of a book written by Shel Silverstein, who also wrote a song titled “A Boy Named Sue” that was later made even more famous by a singer named Johnny Cash.
Sidewalks end all over the place where I live. They are attempting to make the area pedestrian friendly, but they’ve got a long long way to go.