Humor

Yelling At Strangers

Maybe you’ll understand me if I’m louder.

Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash

My house is old. Like, really, really, really old. 1893 old. It’s not quaint, or rustic, or “historical”. It’s just old.

I have a retaining wall made out of railroad ties that keeps my lawn, and subsequently my house, from becoming one with the gravel driveway. The ties have long since rotted away…