says the sign on the road. Sure enough, I am passing right through a huge ring of mushrooms, the road a textbook diagram of a chord.
Disregarding the sign, I pull over, engine running, and get out to take a snap with my phone.
As I return, my car starts to drive off. I run, but it lifts off the ground, then circles higher and higher until I am not sure I am seeing or imagining a speck in the sky.
I belatedly realize that I should have taken a video.
Consider this a friendly, local pub. Make yourself at home, bring your friends, have a good time! Meet new people, have a laugh, enjoy the ambience, and the Oxford commas.