The back property line of a little-used, dusty, unpaved public parking lot of a small town in northeast New Mexico had a fence made of old skis. Overgrown native grasses and bushes (weeds) filled in the cracks between the skis. There was no peeking inside.
Was a retired ski bum wasting away on the other side of the fence? Was this a frustrated artist whose sculpture was turned down by the local Chamber of Commerce? Or was it just a clever trash collector with a creative way to contain his pit bull?
It was a head-scratcher alright, but I wasn’t nosy enough to solve that mystery.
Thought for the Day: The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. Oscar Wilde