The View From My Window

The first morning in my new place, I awoke thinking a plane hit the house. Less traumatically, that’s how I woke up for weeks from the house house shaking from vehicle collisions with the potholes outside my window.

Those didn’t look like much even up close, but when the trucks rolled through them… oh boy.

Main Street, on an August early Friday evening

Some things are almost exactly as they were five years ago

Guess someone makes money from it