Clutter windowsill with picture of first dog and hurricane lamps . . . and other stuff
Living in a little town in the Midwest, you walk down the street and see a lot of old houses with front porches; and from the porches before air-conditioning, people would sit in the evening and talk to people passing by or enjoy a glass of lemonade while the trees along the street shaded the area.
When I go for walks, I pass many front porches, most of them empty, except for a flower pot or a hanging windchime or a swing. Now, on a lot of the streets, the trees have been cut down when the road was widened and the shade wasn’t as important because of of air-conditioning. Some of the porches have been enclosed and I guess can be used as an extra room, but it’s right there close to the sidewalk and not so private.
One fellow has an enclosed porch with a cut-out figure of Obama on it; I think he’s a biggie in the Democratic party. I had to change my walking route so I wouldn’t have fight the urge to break a window and grab that darn cardboard guy and rip him up.
I’m off track here. What I started out to say is that I’m glad the porch on The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse was built on the north side of the house. It’s enclosed now with windows on three sides and tall shrubs filtering out the neighboring yard. It is like being in a forest, but just a few blocks from eateries.
And, being on the side of the house, I guess it cuts down on the possibility of being hit by a drive-by shooting. Okay, I am sliding down the crazy hill.
