: About Me

There is a house beside the road. White and weathered, it stands surrounded by drooping picket fence and weeds, crowded in by duplexes on one side, and busy traffic on the other. Some small towns get smaller and dwindle away, while others stay pleasantly the same year after year. The town of the house beside the road grew bigger, absorbing more businesses. With more businesses came more people, and with more people, more infrastructure. What used to be a graceful front lawn with large, leafy maple trees and green grass in summer, appears to be largely ignored by the current owners. I wonde...