My daily walk to the Post Office with Goldie always seems to yield something worth pondering. Ever since May, on through today, I have witnessed the wonder a “vacant” lot across the street from the post office provides. I put the word vacant in quotes because it is anything but empty, without merit, “Without content or occupant, not put to use, not lived in.” With apologies to Webster, this vacant lot does not qualify.

This lot is filled with the most wondrous array of wil...