In a tree in at the back of the property where my brother and his family live, there is something hanging in the tree. At first it looks like it could be a long strip of cloth. It isn’t.
It is steel siding.
It appears to defy gravity, just hanging there, tangled in the branches of the tree. Until you walk around behind the tree and look up.
It’s not coming down any time soon.
The First Baptist Church mentioned in this story is the church my brother pastors, and is directly across the street from their home. The school has been rebuilt and the community made a point to use the bricks from the old school when constructing the new one.