True Story©… Watching The Neighborhood
Most of the time, I mind my own damned business. Sure, my eyes are open and my head is on a swivel as I walk around my neighborhood three times a day but that is more for loose dogs and (now) kidnappers. I have learned here recently as this past Monday that my neighbors are watching or noticing me as I walk about. There is the family on the corner that adopted a little dog named Duke. His hair is similar to Shaggy Thunder, so they asked who my groomer was. There are the kids that catch the bus oddly late and the lady with two dogs who is always interested in how my miles I clock a day. Those people are normal, as in I see them daily, sometimes multiple times. Otherwise, though, there are other neighbors that I have NEVER seen outside in over two years now. Yes, I know they come and go because I do notice cars in and out of driveways but I never see PEOPLE coming and going. … until last Thursday. Down at the bottom of the hill as I was coming back up my last three blocks