There Are Those

The words “There are those” from a song of that name keep playing in my head. I had to look it up to find out where those words came from because I only remembered the refrain:

There are those
There are those
I suppose
There are those

Those and suppose — a witty rhyme, right?

The song is from the musical The Happiest Millionaire — a cute song in a cute movie — but I only hear the first three words in my head, mostly because they came to mind when I think of neighbors.

Yesterday I mentioned the awful neighbor we had when Jeff and I lived on the western slope of Colorado, who plowed snow off the lane in front of our houses, and dumped it in our driveway.

And then there are those (see? The song!) like my current neighbors. I went out yesterday to shovel my walkways, and when I’d shoveled my way down the ramp to the public walkway, I discovered that a wide path had already been cleared away.

I felt grateful and blessed, of course, to have such neighbors, but I was also amused since I had just moments before posted my blog mentioning those previous neighbors.

Apparently, there are those who dump snow in one’s driveway, and there are those who clear off one’s walkway.

Yep, like the song, there are those . . .

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