I took a my standard short cut through LaVista Park today. It's quite a nice area near Cheshire Bride and Lindburgh. It's hidden, curvy, and hilly in a convenient location.
But as I passed a cute corner house, the air got hazy, the car sputtered, "Sympathy for the Devil" started playing on the radio. In a panic I floored it and glanced left to see the tell tale signs:
Time stood still as they eyed me. Were they beckoning or giving the alarm? As a friend of cats (really), I think they let me off with a warning this time.
We should have known where the mid-century modern revival was headed.
I don't dare reveal the exact location. Please use extreme caution.
Thanks,
Terry