Yesterday, I decided that I would pay a quick visit to the Salvation Army Thrift Store. (Which I normally do at least once a week.) Directly across the street from it, is a very old building which I have always felt curious about, because of how awful it looked. It now sits empty and partially boarded up. After spending a fair amount of time looking it over and taking photos, I finally rode my bicycle over to the cemetery, where I met an old neighbor from Ellen Street. He asked me if I could take care of the flowers on his wifes grave, while hes away in Portugal. Of course I said yes.