Post 297: And the Kitchen Sink

Urban renewal happens in Sparkyville faster than you can say Wait, I still live here! And when a house in Sparkyville is demolished, the yard goes, too. No tree is left standing, no staircase inside or out. Continue reading


Post 245: Coupe de Quail

I found this ad very inviting. If it didn’t need work, I would no doubt be buying it now. Plus it’s not in my county. And it’s not safe if it startles me every time I see it. Wonder why it separated from its roof? Continue reading

Post 115: The Trampoline Wars

When I was a wee bairn, I remember there being a gas station, also called a service station, on every corner downtown. Fuel was cheap in those days, and no, we didn’t tie onions to our belts. Sheesh. Anyway, the stations would give away glassware or antennae balls or kid toys. And they would lower their price per gallon by a few cents to lure in the budget-conscious motorist. Them were the days. Continue reading