Category Archives: Neighborhood

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 →