An ode to #26....

Oh 26. The good times we shared.

The late night police visits.
The underage parties.
The screaming matches on the back porch.
The screaming matches on the front porch.

Tonight, on this night of celebration and minor explosives, you have outdone yourself.

Who knew siding and exposed tar paper is flammable.
I always thought that was a good place to put out a cigarette. Evidently so did you 26, so did you.


For those of you in the know you know the fact that our neighbors are the kind of trash that make late night headlines. I always thought that was funny until the j-holes moved in next door.

I should have known the first time someone was parked in our space that it was going to be a mess.

Low and behold all has come to fruition. Young Female neighbor has become "young statistically knocked up and underage neighbor". Young boy who used to have a job has become "I'm going to the school of hard knocks neighbor". Beginning with Arson 101. And "somehow has custody Dad" has found love with "whino doesn't have her own washing machine Native American lady".

Welcome to America. Happy 4th


Ps. I forgot the best part. As we were standing outside tonight waiting for the firemen to leave, we got some great news. The all American family is moving out on the 11th.

I think we should have a celebratory BBQ. Come join us.