04.20.14

This year for Easter we went to my muscle man's family (country) church. It's right down the road from where he spent some of his younger years, so we decided to go up to the old house he lived in. If you can call it a house. It's a two room cinder block lean-to, the door is just tall enough for me to walk through without crouching... It's really humbling to think he actually lived there, of course then it didn't have cobwebs and dust!!