Thursday Is (Not Actually) the Cruelest Day August 14 2014

I hardly ever sing the praises of barbed wire on Thursdays. It's just an oversight, really. I get busy with other song praises (e.g., for sharp cheddar) and forget to include barbed wire. But THAT Thursday, at the base of a fire tower whose gate was already1 open, all the barbed wire was doing was looking fine2.

FOOTNOTES:
1 "Already" implies that I wasn't the one who opened it. Let's go with that.
2 Want one? Looky here.

P.S. People are always asking me to put T.S. Eliot references in my titles, so here you go.