I pulled into the parking lot of the Friday market and got some pictures I’ve been wanting to snap. These are all on one block of Mulberry Street. This one is some kind of business, but my old eyes can’t read the sign. I love…
I called a friend the other day to check up on her and we had a laughfest, trading worries and woes, as often happens when one trades worries and woes with a dear friend. She said she had been playing the flute at church, but:…
