neighbors

I was in the supermarket, and an old guy came up to me--I thought I recognized him--and he asked, "Are you my neighbor?"

In that moment I realized who he was: he lives at the top of a cul-de-sac in the housing development I live in; his house is unlike any of the other houses in the development, a totally idiosyncratic pattern, never quite finished, with cinder blocks propping up the porch and real wood shingles instead of vinyl siding. I think he lives alone, except for his dog: he always has a ...