From the window of the bedroom where Darla, Mom and I stayed on Friday night, we had a good view of the house across the street. Mom first observed the "cardboard playground." We weren't sure it would pass a safety inspection back home, but these little people were having a grand old time.
And a couple of other random things we could see from our window thrown into the middle of our storyline
Later on, our question of "Is that just their junk pile or are they recycling all of that?" was answered.
Sorry kids! No more playground. I'm sure there will be another one before too long.
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