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.)