What I saw outside the window yesterday morning after it started to get light took me back to what this neighborhood was like when I first bought the Roediger House. There was a guy sleeping in the empty gravel lot beside the house. Not the usual thing any more. Not sure that he was homeless, but I do think he was drunk. He got up right after I snapped this shot through the kitchen eating nook/bay window, and I felt like a voyeur anyway.
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