Tisk, Tisk, Ole Tom can't Get a Break!

Even with the influence of neighbors hosting a soldier point row of crooked fiberglass point fencing, these throwbacks to the days of slavery are still hanging onto their unpainted wooden pickets. Don't suppose those were recycled slabs of wood from a few wooden pallets salvaged from the dump, now? Maybe Tom Sawyer will come along and paint this one?

Once again the use of naturally, home grown weeds displays the originality and dedication to saving ecological sanity on the home front. These residents of Lamar, Colorado hold nothing back to maintain their small footprint of damage on natures gentle surroundings.

This dumpster seems a natural resident of the weed patch, under used by the inhabitants of the home beyond the fence, and perhaps, not used at all in a great while. He looks comfy enough leaning up against the fence swinging in the winds of southeastern Colorado.

Rendition Tom Sawyer Classic Fencing

Every child remembers at least one classic Tom Sawyer moment, painting a fence, borrowing trouble or tooling down the Mississippi with Black Jim, wishing you didn't have to wake up from your dream and go back to school in the morning. Well, this neighbor brought the tradition of classic Tom Sawyer to life with fiberglass rendition fencing.

When the Neoplan Bus factory skipped out on Lamar, Colorado, leaving more than 800 workers without jobs, they left behind plenty of their well branded white fiberglass bus siding for --- you guessed it --- fences. These treasure points offer Sawyer Proof advantage, no painting needed. Simply pound a nail through the middle and let them warp into place. You don't need hedge clippers, just let the saplings grow right up to support the leaning masses of fiberglass points on the picket fence and you've got a spiffy backyard edging, classed up by overgrown weeds. Don't mind those weeds, the City Code Inspector will be by shortly to announce that your civic duty is lacking and if you don't cut those weeds shorter than the apprized required length of eight spiffy inches, you'll be carted off to the Graybar Hotel and served three squares, a rock hard bed and all the televized Obama you can suffer.

Tom Sawyer would be proud to live in this neighborhood.