The birthday road

Twenty years ago we brought Rissa home from the hospital. We couldn't use the driveway because the road in front of our house was completely torn up.

That was the year the van caught on fire. And the road crew helped open the hood to disconnect the battery.

So, here we are getting a replacement. The above machine grinds off a couple of inches of the surface.

Then they do a little deep patching and roll on two new layers of asphalt.

And we do feel stimulated by Washington.

Still, we wonder why we're paying 52 cents taxes on every gallon of gas. What did they do with that money?