The neighbors across the street are moving because they have sold their house. (The Biden yard sign didn’t influence anyone, I imagine.) They’ve been our neighbors since 1988. I still don’t know their names. The husband is Gary ... something that starts with a V or an R.
Here are the names of some of our other neighbors:
- Neighbors over there (waves hands to the right)
- Cookie’s parents (Cookie the poodle has been dead for decades.)
- Witness Protection (nod to the left).
- Crazy neighbor
- Son of crazy neighbor
We do have a couple whose full names I actually know. And why do I know their names? Because they’re written down, one in a text and one in a letter permitting me to trim part of their tree. That letter even gives their last name. Wow.
I vow to speak to the new neighbors and write down their names.