Found by the abandoned railroad track that runs through my parking lot.

Headed home after a couple of days in Central New York. Almost always some mixed feelings as I miss the people and geography. But the south is now my home, having lived here for more than a quarter of my life.

Ducked into a little two-restaurant strip mall for dinner next door to this place.

I wandered up to Central New York to check in on an event the Flinger Lakes Region of the SCCA does, the Green Grand Prix – a road rally and fuel economy run done at Watkins Glen International race track. Thirty laps at 45 mph, scored on precision and efficiency with different types of road and race cars.

And the weather was spectacular for it …

A trip back to Central New York gave me a little time to spend with my in-laws and a trip to a local favorite in Ithaca, The Antlers, where they’re ready for next winter already.

As the trees bloom, so does the rust.

It takes more than one poor choice in life to end up here.

Where you’re going to stay.