Mission on Mission Hill
Yesterday I went on a run around Mission Hill, not because I wanted to go running in particular but more so because I was curious about the mounds of 3-legged tables, strewn about half used notebooks, art students' failed attempts at artwork and other random discarded waiting-to-be-treasures. I didn't find anything particularly tangible yesterday but I did discover a delightful Church Sign which will, with any luck, become a timeless adage: "Men try to fix problems with duct tape, God fixes them with nails."