Neighborhood

I met the new neighbor this weekend. Well, actually, I met two of my neighbors this weekend, wich is surprising and odd, since I both fear and loath my neighbors. However, the point here is really just the new neighbor. The next door neighbor. The house I was worried about.

Seems nice enough, although I detected something of a sneer as he looked at my small-ish SUV, and announced that he was "Walking to Albertsons."

Jesus Christ, that's like a mile away...

Anyway, he seems nice, and just moved from Hawaii. His wife and kids are arriving in August, which means, I guess, that he's not gay, or at least not officially. I mean, he IS a walker...

Also, I learned that he is a doctor, which is a bit of a step-up for me, having grown up next door to a drug dealer. His name was Gary. I'll share my Gary stories with you sometime. But for now, I can revel in the fact that the new neighbor is a doctor, and likely, not a gay one, not that there's anything wrong with it...