Long view down a dirty alley

It's the middle of the week. The only thing I wanted all day was to be home.

I worked today in my employer's office in Sheboygan. I came home and the hound and I ventured out. What an evening it was. 

Even the alley - as far as we can tell, the narrowest alley in the neighborhood - looked remarkable as the sun went down. It's a three-point-turn-times-five to get my vehicle into the garage when it's winter and the absence of snow makes getting in and out a treat.

Our streets got a new alley last fall so we must be grateful.