Having engaged in pleasant consumer activities in the morning it was time to return to the hard labor. Eric attacked the remaining wood panelling on the front of the house while I chipped away at plaster and lathing on the wall hiding the pocket door on the dining/entry room side. After a couple of hours it was getting dark and we called it quits for the day. From Eric's work we could see the shape of the original window casing left in the relief formed by decades of wallpaper and paint. Where they've gone nobody knows, but they look to have been regal at one point in time. And there's that Clayton again with his name scribbled on the front wall next to Mickey's. I wonder if his mama appreciated that he practiced his penmanship on her house.