It was surreal. A 300 ft hallway with 150 doors in it. A hallway full of doors. Only 3 led anywhere. One at each end went into rooms and one in the middle, led outdoors. the rest were stacked against the walls of this abnormally long hallway to nowhere, in an old hospital. My task today was to load these doors into my pickup and take them to a concession stand in a park, stacking them in the backroom. Each door was custom decorated by someone in the community and generally featured somebody's grandmother. So I carried doors with old ladies on them all day. It was slightly more than weird. A kid from my alma mater and Mr. Budd's oldest boy helped me. When it was over, this artist lady fed us pizza and pop in the park. It was just a strange day.
Afterward, we dropped off PW at home and I let LP drive me around in the woods for an hour. She drives like a maniac, but I suppose if you give a seven yr-old free reign with a two-ton pickup, she's bound to go a little crazy.