Where everybody knows your name
Sitting outside on the porch doing an interview this evening and people strolling, running, driving, biking, walking, jogging by all wave and say hello. My interviewee says – “My, I like this neighborhood, people are very friendly.”
Indeed.
Five minutes later my neighbor comes whooshing by at top speed on the riding lawnmower – he is a MOWRON – he and his buddy cut the grass on the bayou and in City Park. They volunteer. I put on my shoes and walked over to move the illegal furniture on the grass. I looked up and the mower was headed my way – IPOD blaring in his ears, cigarette burning between his fingers. I came back to the porch and my interviewee said, “He’s having a damn fine time.”
Indeed.