The New Neighbor

Hi, my name is Rich and I'm your new neighbor.  I've been here almost two years.  Yes, it will be two years at the end of August.  Yes , time sure does fly by.  No, all our children are grown and gone.  Three, two daughters and a son...

I have thought about printing something like the monologue above and shoving it in our neighbors mailboxes.  Oh, we wave at each other as we pass each other at breakneck speed on to our destination de jour, but we never communicate.  I don't know what is happening in their lives and I know they don't know what's up in ours.

I do know a few things, the neighbor across and to the right had a baby girl about 6 weeks ago.  I know it was a girl by the pink bow on the mailbox.  Hmmm, now would be a good time for me to bake some cookies (Nestle Tollhouse of course) and bring them a plate.

The neighbor in the next house has become a victim in this turbulent economy.  He was the branch manager of a local bank when another local bank went under.. It did not really go under but the FDIC did take control of their assets and sold them to the parent company of my neighbors bank.  There now existed two banks, by the same company, on the same block.  The property belonging to the other bank was better looking and my neighbor ended up out on the street.  Hmmm, I wonder if he would like some cookies too?

Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way.  I'm the new neighbor but instead of me waiting for them to come welcome me to the neighborhood, maybe I need to go and tell them how honored I am to be able to live in theirs.  I'll tell you later how it worked out.

Rich