One spring day, while strollling through downtown Coshocton, my three year old son noticed a strong odor coming from the north.
"Dad, what's that smell?"
I said, "That's the smell of progress."
He thought for a moment. "Dad, I think progress stinks."
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The Smell Of Progress
Posted by Randy M. Combs at 8:55 AM
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