A few doors down in Northside
Chilly gray skies go down much easier sharing a warm lunch with a friend. We determined I am losing my mind as I keep thinking it is Monday.
It feels like Monday.
Afterward I exhausted a gift certificate at the record store, picking up some stuff I’ve been digging on the download. (Iron & Wine EP, Death Cab EP, some Mike Doughty double album thing and a used copy of Lou Barlow’s Emoh).
Walking back I detoured from the normal path and caught this row of houses under what looks to be rehab or abandoned rehab.
Living in a small town of only 8000 people there isn’t much of a chance to catch such an interesting row of houses.