There Goes The Neighborhood:  Come on Over

A half-dozen liquor bottles were in view on their three-season porch, cigarette smoke wafted and the f-bomb was was dropped at shouting volume while I played in the backyard with my five and one-year old. There goes the neighborhood. The next-door neighbor of mine for the past nine years sold his house. Then the rental … Continue reading There Goes The Neighborhood:  Come on Over