I do the mail run between church campuses on Thursday morning, so when I was finished, I parked the car in the side lot and walked in the neighborhood around the church. Although I've often driven in this neighborhood (1950s-60s ranch homes) I haven't walked it. I passed by house where a dishwasher, trash compactor, and two wall ovens were sitting in the yard waiting for trash pick-up. The ovens were pink. Now, how long has it been since pink kitchen appliances were a "must have." And I don't mean this retro stuff, either. They were the real thing.
19 miles since Easter