With work the way it is, I don't go home a lot -- at least not in the summer. We were in town yesterday for a funeral, and I took advantage of a cool morning and got out for a nice ride. Here's the view:

This used to be a skating rink. Most every Friday or Saturday night when I was a kid was spent here. My dad worked there in high school, and we always got in free.

The pile of logs is where my grandma's house used to be. The house in the background used to have a beautiful in-ground swimming pool. Even when I saw it, filled with debris and long-since abandoned, the tile work was nearly perfect.

New middle school, which is being grafted onto the high school. I didn't recognize any part of the old east end of the high schoool.

Orton Road. I've dodged many a deer here at night.

The cabin at Call Park. 1859 is the date, I believe.

The road in Call Park. I wasn't going anywhere near as fast as the photo makes it appear.

Downtown. The old movie theater is just behind me in this shot.

Best slice of pizza in town. Or anywhere, really.

You can see this grain elevator from about 20 miles away on a good day.

Home.
3 comments:
Sweet Home Algomaha indeed
Aw, your home is so cute! Where are the pictures of the corn fields where you partied in HS? ;-)
I wasn't cool enough to party in the cornfields. Talk to my wife, though -- her classmates had that down to a science.
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