My car died...

Thursday on my way home my engine blew up in my fifteen year old Pontiac Grand Am. It's been a good car for the ten years that I've owned it. Unfortunately, it blew a piston and/or bent a rod Thursday afternoon, on the way home from work. The engine and exhaust started blowing smoke, and I mean a lot of smoke. The faithful old car made it home, before dumping most of it's remaining oil on the driveway.

We spent the better part of Friday looking for a replacement, and had a turn of luck. We found a 1996 Dodge Grand Caravan at a great price. It looks and drives great. It has just about all the options too.

So why outhouses?

I came into possession of the following images that were lost at a local store.
Upon receipt and review of the images, I immediately had three questions.

1. Why would someone take such an odd series of images?
2. Why would they leave them behind after taking them?
3. What to do with them?

I really only have an answer to the third question, and that is to share them with the world.