I recently came across a stack of postcards celebrating Oregon courthouses. Postcards for courthouses? Get arrested. Check. Go to trial. Check. Go to courthouse. Check. Buy postcard of said courthouse for relatives. Um, check?
Here’s another shot:
In theory, I hate modern crap like this. On the other hand, its bruteness appeals to me somehow. Then again, she didn’t age very well and reminds me too much of the gawdawful Boston City Hall. [I despise the fact that an entire hood was torn down – hence I despise the building.]