Not really drunken. My husband was driving, and I was trying to take pictures out the window, with curves and speed-bumps and all. Louisville, Kentucky, where these pictures were taken, are full of Storybook Style houses. Storybook Style happened after World War I, when guys…
There will be doors. Went to get my taxes done. This year and next year, because of my mother’s passing and because of delays in getting her holdings transferred to my name, I have tax on tax on tax. Not so much to pay, but…
Actually, I took a couple of these pictures while I was driving (stopped at stop signs, of course). So some of them are “kinely wockerjawed,” as we said when I was growing up. If you don’t speak rubonics, that means kind of crooked. Thursday Doors…
