When Foo got back to the dock, he got to see how they store boats when they're not in the water. Now that's a big crane. Foo really wanted to drive it, but they told him he was a little too small for the job.
Especially made for Clifford, the Big Red Dog, this is reportedly the largest fire hydrant in the world. It was even too big for Foo to get a proper leg up, and they really didn't want dogs peeing on it anyway. What a waste!
Foo just couldn't pass up Heritage USA, founded by the perennially crazy televangelist Jim Bakker and Tammy Faye Bakker Messner, especially since there was almost nothing left.
It had clearly seen better days, just like their ridiculously insane Jesus Saves mantra.
Santa also apparently had a say in it and was happy to see it go. There's no room in this world for religious zealots of any persuasion. About 2 weeks after Foo's visit, the entire thing was gone. Praise Jebus!
See how dangerous those children in back were being, and sadly he was just as dangerous, taking a huge spill when he tried to pose for a photo (notice the lack of tail). Luckily nothing ever gets Foo down. (It took a quick fix of panic and superglue procured from Walgreens.) That was a close one.
Foo came across this author park that liked to travel as much as he did. It was a little strange, though.
Fittingly one of the signs for Alice Walker was the color purple, but she was from Georgia and wrote about the deep south where neither Texas nor Arizona fit.
Edgar Allan Poe had signs designating his name towns in Wisconsin, Canada and South Carolina, all far from the Boston area that he made his home. Super spooky.
Although Emily Bronte is an English writer, her signs spanned from north in Minnesota to the south in Texas in the U S of A.
Another odd one was Herman Melville, author of the classic Moby Dick, a sea faring whale of a tale; and yet his name towns were in the very landlocked states of Nebraska and Montana.
Yet another European author, this time Irish by birth, got a weird name deal with the Deep South states of Georgia, largely British in ancestry, and Louisiana, very much inhabited by the French, both of which don't take very well to the Irish.
Trippy author of Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, did make a little bit of sense with the incredibly trippy states of New York (with its great big intense city of rampant creativity) and Iowa, where it's just odd and full of corn.
Mississippi-born Mark Twain, or Samuel Clemens, kind of got the shaft with his name states. He really never got to California, and frankly, Illinois, although on the Mississippi river, was kind of at the wrong end.
Yet again, Ogden Nash, a native and resident of the Eastern seaboard got far away locations in the barrens of the country in Utah and Oklahoma.
Again terribly odd, Chinese-born author Pearl Buck was bequeathed two of the most historically intolerant states, Indiana, a hotbed of the KKK, and Mississippi, which is well... you know...
Finally one that did kind of make a little bit of sense was frontier author Zane Grey coming up with Utah and Canada. Well, at least Utah anyway. Canada is a pretty big place though.