The house next door looked a little different after it was renovated into apartments.
I spent a good part of the day watching the new tenants move in.
The man was young and he spoke to me, which got us off to a good start.
When darkness fell, they drove away and it was several days before they made it back.
I was outside playing when a Merita bread truck pulled up in the driveway next door.
That truck sure is something, I thought. You didn’t get to see very many genuine bread trucks up close in our Chesterfield Avenue neighborhood.