Her umbrella was filled with rain she had collected in her travels & on hot summer days she would open it up for the neighborhood kids & we would splash in the puddles & then it would smell like Nairobi or Tasmania & later on we would sit on the porch & eat ice cream … [Read More]
He wrote secret notes to people he hadn’t met yet. Some of them aren’t even born, he said, but we live in a strange neighborhood & they will need help figuring things out & I won’t always be around to explain it to them.
I don’t really like dogs, my uncle told me once, but it’s a good way to keep up with what’s going on in the neighborhood.
I’m much better at the brotherhood of man thing, he said, when I can afford to live in a good neighborhood.
Certain types of people don’t fit in here, she told me when we first moved in. Just assume you’re one of them & you’ll be fine.