old stuff

I took some days off last week on bereavement.
And this was good, and I traveled some.

Went to Cornell to see my sister.
Stayed at my folks house for a couple nights and took care of some stuff there (Grandma arrangements, etc).

Played the last show with the band last night, and it ended appropriatley in oblivion. No further comment.


Anyways, this is the cool part: Across the road from my parents house is a corn field.
But in the middle of the field is the old farm house and barn that burned down 20 or 25 years ago.
It burned down, but it was just left the way it was. So its been decaying back to nature, but there is stuff that is just a snapshot of the way the house was when it burned.

I used to go over there as a little kid, until someone told me there were rattlesnakes over there.
Then I would hang out over there as a teenager, half out of my mind and angst-y.
The silos were where I was going to put my antenna for my pirate radio station that (a) had no transmitter and (b) had no content.


So here are the good ones:







And the silos: