This one kind of sprang to mind. My little Niece has been diagnosed with tuberculosis. Apparently she’s had it for two years already but the doctor in Burma forgot to tell anyone. (True story)
So now I get to sit around and fret, falling further and further into the extreme internet sport of hypochondria, wondering if I’m a carrier, infecting everyone and everything I know with a disease I associate with black and white movies and London in a time when sewage systems were science fiction.
Here’s a shot from the Lincoln Road, the old winery building or whatever it was is getting slowly demolished, and as such, attracted a lot of graffiti on the inside, and a couple of sweet pieces on the outside.
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