Weekends with my sweetheart are always unpredictable. After coffee, we just start driving northeast. There is not a destination in mind. A simple Sunday drive. Are we really that old? I remember the joy my grandparents found in Sunday drives. Oh my.


Staying on back roads, the wandering continues until a stop in Greenville. I have to say, this town is struggling and that is putting it mildly. However, I just have to get a closer look at this church. Unfortunately, even though it is Sunday, no one is around and it doesn't appear to have had services today. Drat.