Day 280 of 365

Everything must go

This little repair shop is on a busy suburban corner, but whenever I'm stopped at the red light on my way to Target, I find myself imagining that it's been there for half a century, older than any of its neighbors. I think of it having sat at this spot since Kingsland St. and Passaic Ave. were dusty dirty roads or rudimentary asphalt ribbons cutting through the countryside.