Old School

Old school funeral procession on the way home from work.

Ya think?

Now I have seen this car twice around town. I am pretty sure this car used to belong to Mrs. Don'ts mother-in-law. She lives over 300 miles North of where I live. How bizarre is that?

Smell those Roses

With the possibility of moving in 4 years, (i know, planning way ahead), I find myself snapping pictures of the scenes I see everyday. For some strange reason, I don't want them to fade from my memory. I have driven through this intersection at least twice a day for the last 27 years. Why would I forget it? Because it has become the part of the world that I have put on auto pilot. Get in the car, start it up, back out of the drive way and go to work. Don't pay attention to details. Just get there. I am going to continue to snap these ordinary pictures in an attempt to slow down and smell the proverbial roses.

Mama's Cherokee???

I went to the store and saw this car. I rode in a car just like that when Amy's mother-in-law picked me up from the train station. Not many border patrol green jeep Cherokee's in town that I know of. Had to take a picture of it. My daughter tells me that "mama" sold that car not long ago. Makes you wanna say hummmmmmmmmm.