Although I like to navigate any place on foot, yesterday I was given the opportunity to snoop around in a car. Now, I often dislike being in a car because one cannot gauge any real distance, it being removed from human experience (or a proper feeling of how it is to understand space), and mostly because I find myself (since I am never the driver) to simply pull over and look at what I feel inclined to do. Often, unfortunately, which is probably my fault, the driver and I do not see eye to eye on what is interesting (such a flea market, an old sign, a falling apart structure, etc) so I am denied the chance to check out something that could be extraordinary.
Yesterday I did not see anything so extraordinary, but we did do some snooping at a building that looked so out of place in this one neighborhood, the one remaining old building, essentially it was the Last Man Standing. Upon entering this place, which sold new dishes for the kitchen/living room (and bonsai plants outside), the owner showed us a photograph of a television series that had filmed there a few years ago. What was the series about? A granddaughter goes to find her grandfather's home, only to realize that it is gone, long gone.
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