I recently found out that Wild West outlaw, Frank James is buried just a short drive across town here in Independence, MO. So... I decided to go over there and take a look. He's buried in a small cemetery in a ghetto part of town, but the stone walls and pumpkin plant growing in the corner of the yard was very charming.
I decided that the rest of the week, I'm either going to do something that pertains to 'Frank' or 'James.' It was Frank James week!
Tuesday, I took a photo with my boss, Jim (James).
Wednesday, I met my friend Frank and took a picture with him.
Thursday, I met a card-carrying member of Friends of James Farm.
Friday, I ate a frank. This is the worst blog post ever.