Neighbors – my blast from the past
Headed in Swirl on Friday I ran right into P&E – my neighbors from General Pershing back in 1988. They said they were just talking about me to Chris over at Bacchanal because they were reminiscing about neighbors – but in particular our neighbor who lived on the left of me. She had a dog she called Mother (only because it had a litter a week) who lived under her house and during one particularly nasty storm the dog died. So she put it in a Winn Dixie shopping cart and rolled it out front to the curb where the dog proceeded to swell up to huge proportions, feet straight up in the air, from rigor mortis.
P said all he could remember was coming out on the front porch for a couple of mornings (that’s how long it took for someone to come take the damn thing away and that was way pre-Katrina) – anyway he’d see Mother in the Winn Dixie cart with the logo that read “The Beef People” and just get a couple of yuks.