With the temperatures finally falling to match the calendar, I hooked the leash upon Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle, and off we went from the Little Bitty around our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood neighborhood.
We spotted a gray house for sale two blocks over.
Did they add another realtor since our last time by, I asked Ellie B? She merely sniffed the second sign.
Do you think it’s moving slow because of that old-style satellite dish on the roof, I asked? Or maybe that’s to help guide the planes in over at Hancock International?
I mean, that’s a really big dish up there on the roof, Ellie B. That’s what people had before the small bird on the pole we just got placed into our backyard.
Bird? Where’s the bird, da?
Off we went on other pursuits.
What’s the last big thing you’ve seen in your neighborhood? Did you ever own a satellite dish of this size, and if so, did it pull in a lot of stations worldwide? How strong do you think the bracketing has to be to hold this thing up there, and would you live in constant fear of it pulling your roof off, or is that just me?