I'm up in Northern California visiting my family for the extended Memorial Day weekend.
The morning air was cool and crisp.
I decided to run on the gravel along the railroad tracks towards Congress Springs Park. The rocks crunched beneath my feet with each step.
The quietness of surburbia surrounded me.
When I ran under the giant steel power poles, I could hear the buzz of electricity flowing through the power lines.
I recalled visiting the club back when I was in high school for some sort of event.
To the right of the narrow road, there were antique cars and automobile parts scattered across a grassy patch.
I immediately thought of one of my favorite television shows, American Pickers, and wondered if these pieces were worth a lot of money.
I'm looking forward to surprising my little niece by picking her up from school today.