Do you know the people in your neighborhood?
Of course I do.
There's Pam, the lady across the street. She's retired and has a little doggy named Nomad. Her husband passed several years ago to cancer. Her son is a machinist. He has his own house out of town but stops buy on a regular basis. He drinks a tad too much beer, and has a best buddy that still rides bmx... and looks pretty hot. Both of their names are John, so you never know which one is going to answer.
Next door to Pam is the Mullers. They've been here forever. Elderly couple. He's a riot because he doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks of him - and has always had that in-your-face kind of personality. It's funny though, you give it right back to him and suddenly you're best of friends (was a learning curve for me).
Next to the Mullers is Bobby and Sharon. She was a township supervisor for a term and knows everyone. Bobby is the neighborhood guy. You know, always passing out extra garden spoils and shoveling sidewalks and being Mr. Handy-dandy. He's always happy help.
Downhill next door is the new family. Ross and Jerri. They have 3 kids ages 2, 4 and 6. (Jill, Brian and Marilyn). Some times I'll watch the two older ones for her at the playground. Ross is a big boy; six foot something, works out. Looks like he could play football. They have a black German shepherd that scares most people, but she lurves me.
Uphill is the Helen and Marshall. They have 4 kids (17, 10, 7 and 4). They're sort of separated. Not sure what that's all about. She works from home. He's a bit of a jackass. The kids are Nelson, Henry, Olive and Joey.
I can go on...
