An oldie from way back, today we see a picture of the twins and the mule we used to take us places around town. We just told Bro Phil, "Hey, there's a new cute in town, US, and if you want to survive till Christmas this is what yer 'gonna do, see?" We even had that gangsta vibe going for us back then, too.
So, Bro Phil sucked it up and became our passport for next door and around the block. The box we were unceremoniously placed was Marj's idea. Looks kinda pedestrian but by the looks of us we were poor. We look more like Kentucky hillbillies from the holler.
Both houses in the background are still around. Marj and Herb lived in the one on the right and built a ranch style new house right across the street. It's still there, too. And, of course, the mule and the two cuties in the box are still kickin', too.
By the way, not too sure what Bro Phil is sniffing on his finger but there's a good story about a sheep shed down the road I'll tell ya about someday.
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