Due to the GPC (Great Pothole Controversy) during the Daytona 500 there was some time to fill Sunday afternoon. Not sure how long it would go on and not wanting to miss a second of what would become a 6+ hour race, I started through the closet under the stairs near the big screen.
In it was a pile of framed pictures, poster, etc. from days gone by, previous homes, artistic epochs....you get the drift.
Like piles of shoes these would not move unless they could be re-purposed or given to a charity for distribution in some third world local.
Somehow I could not picture a framed copy of the "1990 Olympic Festival" or vegtables soaking in a pot pretending its a hot tub, hanging in someones, home, hut, shack, shanty, abode etc., so the natural place would be the shop. Here everything literally flows down hill.
Luckily there was a wall with nothing on it (above eye level) screaming...actually mumbling for something.
Just like a "To Be Continued" episode on TV, you will have to wait till next week for the pictures.
As a teaser, let me just say it is very eclectic.
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