I grew up in the city. My Dad worked for Frigidaire back then. We had two washing machines, and two dryers. Unheard of in those days….. but there were seven rambunctious kids in our family.

We didn’t have a clothes line growing up either.   Mom said it took entirely too much time, and that the clothes would get dirty all over again… hanging out there on the line.   Mom always seemed to tell the truth… but I often questioned the validity of this statement.

The other day, I drove by the place pictured in the photo above.

Holy smokes. My Mom wasn’t yanking my chain.

I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out why the clothes get dirty… all over again.  There was a rock group…. Kansas…. who wrote a song about it.

“Dust in the Wind.”