Raising kids, crops
and a little Cain
deep in the heart
of the Texas Subtropics

New Year Neighbors

Two older men in nearby houses on the other side of the street died within a couple of weeks of each other last fall. Both families put the properties up for sale, and one of them, about three doors down, sold just before Christmas.

Our new neighbors have lots of kids, all of whom, right down to the 3-year-old, received miniature vehicles of various design for Christmas.

Santa wouldn’t have approved of such presents. They’ll shoot their eyes out eventually.

Right now the kids are zooming three at a time past my office window on some sort of mini-All Terrain Vehicle and turning around in the drainage ditch, turning the grass to mud tracks.

So far I’m letting it slide. They’re my new neighbors. It would be unseemly to begin hating them the first week they moved here, especially during the holidays.

However, their kids are literally driving up to our property and slowly turning around in the driveway or the drainage ditch once every 35 seconds, with the noise level approximating that of a Harley Davidson group mating festival.

Probably someone else around here will call the cops before I do.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

→ B.Dunn, Jan 01, 2006, 05 56 pm

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