A wooden shed stood behind the house next to a big oak tree that I spent many a summer afternoon climbing around in. I shudder to think of it. Had I fallen it would have killed me. You can make out a tire, an orphan rim, and an old rear-end axle assembly leaning against the shed. Unlike me, my dad and older brother were mechanically inclined and there were always old car parts lying around. I seem to remember morning glories in perpetual bloom, and honeysuckle too. And, as you can see in the background, kudzu was ubiquitous. You can't kill kudzu. In the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust kudzu and cockroaches will rule the world. At least in the South.

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