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.