MrsA518's blog

When we moved to our neighborhood a few years ago, there was a well-used empty lot on Jammes Road that seemed to be a local congregation spot.  We always saw cars parked in a circle, with (usually) older gentlemen sitting around talking and laughing, generally having a great time.  Of course, they were sitting on their car trunks, or truck tailgates, because there was nothing to sit on, being just an empty lot full of trees.  On colder days, someone brought a metal barrel to have a fire in, which always got cleaned up afterwards.  The men always seemed to be enjoying themselves, though.