Unfiltered Story #47875
Unfiltered
| August 7, 2016
Driving between the church where my nephew had just been married and the reception site, I missed a needed turn. I pulled into a small housing development. I was just thinking how boring the houses were because the differed only in color when all of my family began singing aloud:
“Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.”
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