I've always wondered what happened to this post. And the chicken wire used for the fencing is decades old; the old stone-and-wood building behind it was built in the 1940s, I think. Much more interesting than a picket fence.
I don't recommend writing while driving, but I do it all the time. After my whining (see previous post) about interruptions to the writing process, some very cool--and obvious--ideas came while I drove to work this morning. Since most of the year's work is done in the evenings, maybe this morning gig is just off-kilter enough to jog a tired mind into the imagination zone.