Up and out early enough for a walk through balmy (mid 70s – mid 80s) air. Just a jaunt around the neighborhood. Saw the latest art piece to mysteriously appear again in a neighbor’s front yard bushes. After visiting my PO box, I drop by the historic Texaco service station to see the mostly 50s and 60s derelicts and project cars in residence.
Oh, yeah. There was also the matter of Zola. Next up.
