Cones, Got Yer Cones

cones east river, NYC
I had a larger cone in my bedroom as a kid for years. I have no idea where it came from other than I know I brought it home one day because it was in the middle of nowhere guarding nothing. It was used as a tee for T-ball sometimes and the top was cracked. I still remember looking at the cone and wondering how to get rid of it. Someone threw it out eventually but it wasn’t me. Probably Mom. I have stuff like cones now that I should throw out.

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