I have to hand it to my neighbor in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville.
He makes the most of a newly arrived golf cart, parked on his front lawn to haul away autumn this-and-that from the pretty gardens always well-tended by he and his wife. He put the pieces together for his mom, he told me, for her camp up north. She gave up the property, and told him he ought to take the cart. Their son will have fun driving it on the grounds of the Salina Town Hall as he nears his teens, the figures.
The pink flamingos stay in the garden, I hope.
And the corner lot political signage has until Election Day, I’d figure.