On The Fence
Someone had painted a section of a fence in the alley near our shop. There’s nothing around that had inherited the paint sample, but the color of it on the weathered fence struck a chord with us.
Curtis sang, “Many think that we have blown it, but they too will soon admit that there’s still a lot of love among us. And there’s still a lot of faith and warmth and trust."
We're going to do something with that. Negative won't win. We're going to keep on keeping on until the good has its day.