Auctions and Tombstones
14 May 2003 00:38Got up this a.m. and drove to Muscoda. A pleasant warm summer day. Got into Muscoda and went to the Cemetary. I always have a hard time finding my Grandparents graves-found them, and stood there for awhile. It seemed they were farther from the road, than what I thought. Maybe it was just me. And then as I realised as I left and looked at the clock it was 8:13. somehow I feel that they knew I was there-visiting the both of them.
The Auction was a riot. I recognised most of my granfathers furniture, however with the household goods that was a whole differnt story. Didn't recognise one piece of it. I ended up setting with I believe to be another gay man, who, was attractive, but besides the point, I had fun and ended up leaving with a car load of stuff...
nothing ventured, nothing gained
The Auction was a riot. I recognised most of my granfathers furniture, however with the household goods that was a whole differnt story. Didn't recognise one piece of it. I ended up setting with I believe to be another gay man, who, was attractive, but besides the point, I had fun and ended up leaving with a car load of stuff...
nothing ventured, nothing gained