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Back to personal history: This is our house on South Franklin Street. We bought it new, 'on The GI Bill.' The occasion of the photo was the rainbow. The small area enclosed by sidewalk was filled by flowering plants. It was this area I referred to when I related the story of 'petting a busy bee' while doing Acid. Our '66 T-Bird is parked outside the two-car garage.
Interestingly in retrospect, the floor of the garage had footsteps imprinted in it: someone had walked across the wet concrete and his footsteps remained there after it dried. We noticed this obvious defect when we inspected the house for the first time but did not think to demand that the floor of the garage be replaced. I suspect that the Jewish faggot Walter Gerash himself walked across that wet concrete. Those tracks might still be there. We grew the grass from seeds, and eventually spent many hours mowing it in both the front and back.