O.S.L. Find

An open letter and get well card was addressed to Fred. Ya, I know, it could have been his final get well card. It doesn't sound good and the local paper is dated just a short time later. Poor Fred, probably lost his wife at some point years ago as well. This place is a minefield of shit of every kind [with smells]. With ten years of neglect this is not surprising as the house slowly breaks apart. Fred would be very sad to see his stuff scattered and strewn about. His luggage in the garage awaits for a trip that will never happen. Looks like the barn is still being used. A bush hog brings back good memories for me, of clearing my buddies property near Markstay. Nice driveway, Fred. Hopefully I'm wrong and he is in a rest home somewhere.