I spotted this street sign on one of my jaunts around Fort Worth. And immediately “The Wizard of Oz” came to mind.
Here is the front of the duplex, with the street number edited out. The new roof should go on later this week.
There’s no place like home, Toto. There’s no place like home.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!