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A Well Run Life

Nov 30, 2016

You never want to call someone crazy, but he was dressed in the blues of the local mental hospital. We were standing in front of a local grocery store. 

I truly enjoyed this neighborhood.

But, family and friends found this an unusual predilection of mine.

A cross dresser in his early 70’s fed stray cats outside the Starbucks from an open tuna can every morning.


My porch somehow became a garage-sale wherever thing was free. The theft was so common I put out everything I would otherwise donate for the petty thieves to sell on Craigslist.


Even when I entered my own home to find it in the processed of being burgled – I still liked the place.