The Sun Sets Quickly on a Planted Seed

A few high quality pictures of my future foundation for friends to foresee how I form. That was a sentence with a lot of effs in it. All of them fit in the context perfectly and were not stretches in the least.

It gets dark early, but you can see that it will be an awesome automobile abode. Brighter pictures forthcoming.

More Remnants of a Bygone Era

Here are some more stones pulled from my cobblestone foundation. These are all that remain of a once great edifice. Dirty, misshapen, lovely, beautiful, magnanimous, five words that I am using to describe the balls of rock that supported me literally and figuratively (mostly literally) for approximately 113 years. I did, and will again, take these boulders for granted, but currently I adequately appreciate their grants. They were underground for many generations of automobiles, and before that, several generations of horses, donkeys, and / or mules. (Forgive the redundancy.) I remember my first horseless carriage. I kicked the horsefull carriage out and welcomed with open gate, a Model-T. Then came seventy years of cars too big to fit inside, that had to park in the driveway. It was a dark time. A time replete with motorcycles, lawnmowers, bicycles, and worst of all, Yugos. As the weeds grew thick around me, I dreamed of being reborn to fit real vehicles, mancars, if you will. Alas, we shall see.


(Please forgive any inaccuracies in the preceding memory. It has been a rough couple of weeks.)

After the Gun Show

It is all over but the crying. The trees seem to weep tears of formerly fabulous fall foliage onto the once glorious home of many vivacious vehicles. However, we must not dwell on what once was but focus on what someday could be. This hallowed ground is now a blank slate. Tonight the neighborhood dreams of what flower might bloom out of the wasteland.