No pictures today. You really don’t want to see my photos from my trek in the middle of a raging monsoon to see the some of the apartments and meet some of the residents at the old folks asylum.
The more I see of the place, the better it seems. Or maybe, maybe I am just getting used to being a potential resident of an old folk’s asylum. And every time I go there – the neighborhood is still totally strip mall – but, I am getting over it.
I brought an application home with me today.
Ok, gotta have a picture – this is just outside DC. One lady had a great collection of 20th century presidential campaign buttons. In her laundry room!
