Getting to Know My Neighborhood

A friend down the street had offered me space in her own garage so i didn't have to sit alone. With my crate of old recordsmy collection of kitche salt and pepper shakers and my well intended, but never used snow shoes,. My things were piled into my little red wagon, and i set off down the street. I pulled my wagon up in front of a yard full of comic bucks. She'd set out a few bean bag chairs under a big beech umbrella beside the racks of comics. She also had lots of books, and i slipped through a photo book showing snow capped mountains and wild landscapes.