Several times I've glimpsed this wall in Old Town Chinatown when I've been on the 17 bus, headed home after work. Needless to say, curiosity bit me pretty hard.
Saturday in the Buick, stopped at a traffic signal, I saw it again. "Oh, boy! I've been wanting to take this photo. I wonder why these two limos are here?" Click. After taking the photo, I continued around the corner, revealing the front of the building and the answer to my question.
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I don't know what to say, but somehow I'm laughing. I come to your blog/photo site when I'm down. It makes me feel comforted. And, I'm down. Our next door neighbor is a psycho. I have beautiful gardens that I've designed and worked for 17 years. He sprayed them deliberately with herbicide. I don't know what to do. Tens of thousands of dollars. Years of love and enjoyment. Down the drain.
PS: I need a Duncan shot. That would help. And maybe another of Mamma's home cooked meals.
I am so upset for you at this news. I cannot imagine a more selfish act. Tomorrow come to visit, OK?
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