The Red Brick Times

When I bought my house almost five years ago the sellers were, as my buyers agent referred to them, "motivated", meaning I got a really good deal. It was so good that one neighbor got pissed off feeling that they now wouldn't be able to get the price they wanted for their house (they eventually did). My neighbors on the other side were a black family so the joke at the time ended up being that by moving in I lowered the property values of the black family next door.

Over the years that family is the only one in the neighborhood I became friends with. When Fred (the guy next door) and I had to put up fencing recently in response to the construction going on at St. Judes we coordinated it with each other and, get this, put it up everywhere except between our two houses. "No need to" said Fred. That was a nice compliment. Fred was one of the best things about living where I do. He died yesterday, 59, cancer. I miss him already.
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