THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Last week in the midst of yard messy-making, I introduced myself to the next-door-lady. I brought over a box of ginger cookies, and she invited me in for a chat. She's been in the neighborhood for over twenty years and had all kinds of things to share. Swell gal, although a bit of a space cadet. It might have something to do with her age (she has grandchildren in their early twenties) or it could be all the grass she smokes. For her glaucoma.