Would you be my neighbor?

I had a smashing stroll this morning down Sherman Avenue to the park, and back along Johnson and Gorham where the streets, rather than having no name, are lined with crap, or possibly treasures, that people don't want anymore.

Not conincidentally, Elissa and I just watched Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. She wondered aloud where artifacts like the trolley and fishbowls are these days. I replied that the whole set ought to be in the Smithsonian, and people should be allowed to walk on it. She said they would probably weep. I agree.

Bob the Builder is on in 20 minutes!