A stroll through my dad’s “building of dreams” gives me a glimpse of what once was, of a time passed but not forgotten. Filled with old cars and signs, the building makes me feel like I have stepped back in time. I swear if you listen carefully you can hear the stories and secrets each car has to tell. Wisps of nostalgia float from car to car and I am captured in a moment long ago.
Thanks for keeping it old school dad!