Wentworth St., Charleston, S.C.
My brother Jim is visiting Charleston and while I am at work he has been scraping and painting my old house. In the evenings we grab a bit to eat. Sesame first, on the way to leave my paycheck at Lowes in trade for paint, Thai food on Monday, the new Patat Spot on George St. and today ribs at Sticky Fingers. Yum. I think I'll put the scales away for this visit.
After dinner this evening I walked on to Harris Teeter and back on Wentworth St. past the fire station. I love peaking in on the old engines on display. Turning the corner, the fire engine had pulled up on King St. while the gentleman made their regular yogurt ice cream run.
There is a haze all over Charleston and the smell of smoke but I understand it is from the fires in Georgia and nothing local at all.
Sounds like you're treating your brother well as you should since he is doing all that painting. The old fire engine is great!
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures of the firehouse and equipment, Joan! I love that place! And - very nice brother you have! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThose are some impressive, old fire trucks! And I guess those firefighters get the ladies attention, too!
ReplyDeleteLooks like the fire dept needs your brother to scrape and paint there too!
ReplyDeleteKate - gotta feed the help!
ReplyDeleteSuzie - I am. Nice to have some family around for a change.
Leif - the do! One of them used to walk around the hospital handing out candy for valentines day. The nurses loved it.
Anon - true. They probably call it rustic, eh? :)
I've always admired firemen's equipment.
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