Donated to the cause by a generous soul on South Spruce.

The first and greatest electric sign: the evening stars. ~ Bruce Barton’s “The Man Nobody Knows”

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The place was clearly in need of a wrecking ball and now, because it was doomed, I wanted to give it a last token of care. We hadn't ever had time to keep house. We had long ago stopped seeing the rust, the holes in the linoleum, the cracks and the water spots in the ceiling. The house had given us a sense of history and belonging. I had always thought that it was benevolent, sheltering us, exerting a kind of love as we passed through. We had washed the walls when we first moved in; that was all we had ever done for it. ~ Jane Hamilton’s “A Map of the World”