Spotted a variety of items on the curb post Christmas this morning. These teams of plastic men in formation on a table with legs removed brought the thoughts back to my family's beloved wooden
foosball table. Hopefully, it has not come to such an ignominious end.
Once I came past the North Andover Green, my eyes were drawn to the wreaths on many, actually most, of the homes along my commute route. There was a tremendous number of them and I regretted not counting them along the ride. I did count about 20 at the intersection in downtown Andover, including reflections in windows, and I counted over 50 wreaths from the intersection to 1 mile further along my route. I had so much looking for the wreaths that it was the most joyful commute I've ever had.
house of many wreaths
classic colonial on the return trip
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