I live in a strange neighborhood. I mean, it's still Suburbia, but it's a bit on its ear. If I walk the length of two streets, and if my own ears are open, I can hear English, German, Italian, an African dialect I have no hope of identifying, Bosnian, and Farsi.
And take the way people walk their dogs. There's my neighbor two doors down, Prime Bachelor Material, who was out walking this morning in a dark suit and yellow tie, one of his two Jack Russell Terriers racing around his feet. Then there was the day I watched a big stray round the corner, an SUV in pursuit. The dog slowed down, and I expected the driver to get out and coax him into the car. But the SUV kept pace with him all the way up the hill. The second time it happened, I realized this is how these people walk their dog. No, there wasn't a handicapped sign hanging from the rear view mirror.
Then there are the weirdos with the twins...
I have to decide which school to send the boyos to. They are in a small neighborhood school right now, and I want to keep them there, even though it is technically not their district. One of the reasons I want to keep them where they are is because of the house on the hill, off in the distance. It's a five an a half million dollar home. It's within their district. I understand that some of the kiddos arrived in limos to their kindergarten graduation. I can't even imagine the birthday parties.