on a full-moon Sunday, a back road ride with my buddies

I've always stopped for a smoke, and sat on the bench, outside the "Old Miakka" General Store for probably twenty years now.  Today my friend Jimmy "Two Shells" took a photo from across the road.  From his shot, I got a little nervous seeing the pitch, the heavy leaning to the right of the whole structure, and today, noticing the porch being supported by a couple of temporary narrow wooden posts, strapped together with some rusty broken clamps.

In the future, I doubt I'll be stopping, smoking there anymore.