I've been working on a longer thing so here is a picture I took the other day of a free building.

As soon as I saw this sign I started thinking "I wonder how much it would cost to move a building, because maybe I could own that building?"

That's what happens to me with everything including the time I read about racing pigeons in The New Yorker while I was waiting in the ER for Sweetie to be done having a kidney stone or nearly dying of niacin poisoning or something.  In fact, I still kind of want a racing pigeon.