Once upon a Time in the West(port)

One of the perks of coming back home, in addition to having limited Internet access and a finite water supply (more on that in a second), is being able to look through old photos and generally indulge my nostalgic nature.

While rifling through some digital photos on my parents' computer, I came across these photos I took of my mom at her office in Westport, sometime in August of 2010. She used to work on the second floor of the Harris-Kearney House, which history I was entirely uninterested in as a child. The office space itself smelled like old dust and cigarette smoke, and every aspect of the building itself seemed slightly warped, from the wrinkled floorboards to the flaking mortar in the brick walls. Occasionally, she let me come to work with her. The last time I was in that space before her office moved, I happened to bring my camera to take some photos of her because, truth be told, my mother is much more beautiful and interesting than any crumbling building.

Oh, and with regards to the whole "finite water supply" business...public water access has finally come to my parents' street! Some pipes have been laid down along the road (the construction workers even dug up our mailbox for a few hours), but they're rather small and meager, so maybe their installation won't attract a bunch of real estate developers. As for my parents, they decided to opt out of being added to the water supply, which means they will continue to haul their water from the nearest town.

And that's about as exciting as recent life has been here in rural Platte County.