tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257038.post8206534897309128727..comments2010-02-04T12:06:00.515-05:00Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06774385463320319572thatgrrl@gmail.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257038.post-1054795662918901772010-02-04T12:06:00.515-05:002010-02-04T12:06:00.515-05:00FYI, if you click on the photo, the Flickr caption says &quot;Cedarbrae, Ontario, Canada&quot;.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257038.post-77588372619985533522009-11-15T23:17:40.155-05:002009-11-15T23:17:40.155-05:00Can&#39;t be your house Happy. I remember you writing about the deck you built in back. This one must be close to you, maybe your creepy neighbour who keeps a lot of cats and buries stuff in the backyard at odd times of the night.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06774385463320319572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257038.post-61174573360099128292009-11-15T15:10:29.577-05:002009-11-15T15:10:29.577-05:00It looks a little eerie, would be fun to visit and spooked out! lolLady Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02950585926431895778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257038.post-59869490220431630562009-11-15T12:00:49.820-05:002009-11-15T12:00:49.820-05:00I like it too, especially how the train tracks go in one direction and the road the other. I guess that&#39;s how it always is, though. Otherwise, we&#39;d be getting run over a lot...lol.<br /><br />I think I would really love to live in a town that time forgot. Well, as long as there were some other people living there too. Live ones, that is. I&#39;m not much into ghosts.skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04292185040218771828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257038.post-83784639612771808162009-11-15T10:56:11.500-05:002009-11-15T10:56:11.500-05:00You should have stopped in. That&#39;s my house..Happy and Blue 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805850124601332057noreply@blogger.com