Today I was in the side yard uprooting tiny trash weeds that show up after rain and this guy in a whatever they’re calling micro-SUVs these days pulled by and asked if I lived there

Apparently it was his grandmom’s house in the ‘70s-'80s, I invited him to look at (and photo-snap) the backyard he had such memories of, and he told me she was an old Catholic lady with gory crucifixes and Sacred Heart paintings everywhere