Category Archives: Neighborhood

“Do you want me to call the police? I saw the whole thing.” That was my first inkling. I’d missed the tussle because I was inside at the climactic moment. As I opened the casement window in my bathroom I … Continue reading →

What’s a neighbor to do? Bertilda is fast losing it, and she has no one. From what I hear, she’s always been a bitch. Some folks on our block have known her for decades, and “borderline personality disorder” is the … Continue reading →

Things have risen or sunk to a crazy level in the neighborhood. We’re beset by cops and counselors. Carol is beside herself with psychological concern about her teenage pyromaniac son, and her husband John isn’t much calmer. My friend Anne … Continue reading →

I haven’t mentioned the neighbors on the other side of Anne. That’s probably because Ken and Jill are quiet, and normal, and not noteworthy. They live in a medium-sized house on the north side of the three-unit condo arrangement that … Continue reading →

Anne and I had a little fright this morning. We never get together for coffee at her place, but we were chatting over the fence last night about medical pot, and she told me she had some sort of new … Continue reading →

Bertilda is in her early 80s but that isn’t any excuse; she’s been mean and grumbly all her life. Possibly it’s a personality disorder that merits therapy or at least accommodation, but the fact is, most people don’t want to … Continue reading →

I knew Jason wasn’t an average kid when I met him. His family bought the house next door in what amounted to an emotional distress sale, so the address was already interesting, and at first I thought that might be … Continue reading →