Snooping, a proud Christmas tradition

Working as a temp for a delivery company during the surge!

Snooping came naturally to me.

Christmas presents?

I used to snoop and find them all.

Now?

I deliver the goods - post haste.

And as we roll around wine country in late November, I witness so much.

I love Nova Scotia in the off season.

We stood at a customers house at the end of some old dirt road.

The truck was turned off.

And for just a moment?

We strained our ears to hear anything at all then relaxed into the utter bliss of a moment of true silence.

While bombing around hills in a van that breaks my butt, I have the opportunity to peer into so many back yards.

LORDY are there ever a LOT of good lookin’ thirty year old truck carcasses kicking around.

This part of the world?

They take car farming from a mere hobby to a true art form.

Young family car farming - duplex, twenty year old ford ranger and some old disposable piece of shit that she drives - It’s got sassy bumper stickers… likely a dog. Moderate sized animal, extraordinarily large shits, tied up out front - “She’s friendly but be careful,…