STILL snow on my drive, but not on theirs. So the next time it was forecast to snow, I set my alarm for 7am. On snow days(no school) I would get up at 8am, snow on my drive, not on theirs. They have this weird phenomenon going on that took me a couple of months to figure out. In the warmer months, they manicure their lawns at 7 in the morning and you never see them the rest of the day. They do not wave when we get our mail out of the box. Our neighbors do not talk to us over the fence. We are the youngest family on the street and our kids are nearly grown. We now live in the suburbs in a subdivision where all the houses look the same. More room, 2 bathrooms (big plus), larger yards, bigger houses. Nine years ago, we sold our little cottage in the city. The street would be closed, everybody would pull out their margaritas and lawn chairs and talk, sing and dance until the wee hours of the night. The gentleman directly across the street from us, Steve, is gay, kept a nice yard and gave spectacular hair cuts on his back porch after working the salon all day. My neighbor on the other side was a baritone singer at the Royale Dump Dinner Theatre. In the mornings, I would have my coffee and talk to Gail over the fence. You could nearly touch the neighbors house if you stuck your arm out of the dining room window. It was a small house, 2 bedrooms and 1 bath shared by 4 people.
#We all sang tickey tack full
It’s a quaint little neighborhood of full brick cottages and bungalows. I very much pride myself on having a diverse background of ‘roots’. I have lived a lot of different places, big cities, little cities, big towns, small towns, no towns, wide spots in the road. You often hear comments like, “we are a friendly city” or “we are a very grounded, down to earth place to live.” The city perceives itself very differently than what it actually projects to the rest of the world looking in. Louis is a very clique-ish city for a place that prides itself on being open-armed.
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