The willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life is the source from which self-respect springs.
~Joan Didion
“Daisy, I need you.”
I’m out the door before she can answer, feet over the fence, three seconds later.
“Hey,” I yell.
I land in front of both of them, but grab the bigger one by the shirt as he’s passing. He’s holding a handful of labels from the post office. Kindergarten logic paints his paws as red as the stop sign he just slapped a label on.
He shrugs me off, and starts to walk, his friend a beat behind.
I grab his shirt, pull him toward me, then sidestep in front.
“You’re going to clean that off, or you’re gonna wait for the cops.”
He stares.
I stare back.
The vandal’s a big kid, not used to being challenged. He’s between fifteen and seventeen, six foot two, two-hundred and fifty pounds.
He’s got seventy-five pounds on me, at least, but I’ve the advantage of an inch, and I press it on him like it’s the peak of a mountain.
“Two choices.”
He shrugs me off and turns. I maneuver back in front.
Silent, I produce my phone and hit the police, non emergency (our neighborhood is such that this number is immediately accessible).
“Fine,” he says, approaching the stop sign, “but it don’t come off.”
“It will come off. The last time I scraped one of those stickers, it took half an hour, but I’m probably faster than you.”
He stares, hate boiling. ”I don’t have to do this,” he says.
“Then don’t.”
He stands on tip toe, and peels the sticker from the sign. When it’s gone, he scrapes the scraps with the scraps of his nails. Every peer is peering, dozens of eyes, peeking from windows, trees, and alleys.
I’m on my corner, arms folded, watching him work, enjoying it far more than when I’m the one scraping. It took three years to get the four way stop put on our corner, two days to get it tagged.
“I bet you wouldn’t have done that if your mama was watching,” I say.
“I just did it while my grandma was watching,” he boasts. There is genuine pride in his face, but it is clearly masking a different emotion.
“I hope she’s watching right now.”
The stop sign is shining and he turns to leave. ”Don’t forget the trash can.” I point to the can on the corner.
The can on the corner came from our city. We waited two years. We wipe it down and dump it every Friday. This is preferable to the era when we didn’t have the can, and people instead used our yard, sidewalk, and hedges.
Since we’ve had the can, it’s suffered intermittent detonations in the few weeks preceding and following the Fourth of July. At the moment, I’m looking at a postal sticker splayed across the side. I didn’t see my new friend do it, and don’t know for a fact he was the culprit, but it matters not at all.
He continues to stare, hatred now mingled with defeat. The sticker peels off the trash can like they always do.
I let him leave, but not without a final word. ”You need to show respect around my property.”
“Which one’s yours?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah,” he sneers.
“The whole corner,” I say. ”Anything in eyesight of my kids.”
He walks away. I turn back to the house.
I’m being watched, not just by Daisy and the entire neighborhood.
Our final client of the day is on standing on our porch. I wonder what he’s thinking, but then I see the applause on his face and feel relieved.
We live in one of the oldest houses, in the oldest part of our city. The neighborhood was overcrowded to begin with, and has continued to brim. We nurture our corner and it’s improved immeasurably since we planted a flag in our preschool three years back.
Neighborhoods are life, filled with all kinds of people.
Life advances with effort and deteriorates with apathy. Income means nothing, manners are free.
I believe in my neighborhood (always have), but the mothers and fathers of today should be paying more attention to the mothers and fathers of tomorrow.
Writer Dad
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Great post, and bravo for the ballsy act.
I’m glad he didn’t kick your ass. It would have made for a far different tone.
The kid likely asked which house is yours so he can come back and give you a ‘custom’ tag job. Next time, grab your camera and get a pic of the punk … just in case he decides to come back.
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What bravado. I would piss myself if I were that kid (but I’m a pansy).
This was totally not what I was expecting from you today. And that’s a good thing. I wish I could be better to my neighbors. But I feel like if I brought my son out to play, they would keep an eye out for him, the same as I would do for theirs.
And that makes me feel good, at least.
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Great post, and bravo for the ballsy act.
I’m glad he didn’t kick your ass. It would have made for a far different tone.
The kid likely asked which house is yours so he can come back and give you a ‘custom’ tag job. Next time, grab your camera and get a pic of the punk … just in case he decides to come back.
Blogger Dads last blog post..Most embarrasing moment EVER
What bravado. I would piss myself if I were that kid (but I’m a pansy).
This was totally not what I was expecting from you today. And that’s a good thing. I wish I could be better to my neighbors. But I feel like if I brought my son out to play, they would keep an eye out for him, the same as I would do for theirs.
And that makes me feel good, at least.
Matthew Drydens last blog post..You Only See The Results
You played cop over a sticker, lol. Bet you think you’re some hero now.
*unsubscribes*
You played cop over a sticker, lol. Bet you think you’re some hero now.
*unsubscribes*
@Blogger Dad: I thought for a moment that there was going to be a throwdown. That would have made for an…interesting…read.
“Writer Dad is a writer, not a fighter.”
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@Blogger Dad: I thought for a moment that there was going to be a throwdown. That would have made for an…interesting…read.
“Writer Dad is a writer, not a fighter.”
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Matthew Drydens last blog post..
You’ve opened up a whole can of worms here Writer Dad. I totally agree with your sentiments and it pisses me off that there are parents out there that seem happy that their kids are lacking any kind of respect for authority – something I am at pains to teach both my children.
But there are so many stories here in England of people defending their neighbourhood, defending their neighbour’s property, defending the right to live in pleasant surroundings, who have been knifed, beaten and, in extreme cases, killed.
These are ordinary folk. Fathers, brothers, friends who have intervened with the wrong people and paid the price.
I totally applaud your stance Writer Dad, but I just don’t believe it’s right to make that stand in every circumstance. And I am totally aware of how sad a statement that is.
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You’ve opened up a whole can of worms here Writer Dad. I totally agree with your sentiments and it pisses me off that there are parents out there that seem happy that their kids are lacking any kind of respect for authority – something I am at pains to teach both my children.
But there are so many stories here in England of people defending their neighbourhood, defending their neighbour’s property, defending the right to live in pleasant surroundings, who have been knifed, beaten and, in extreme cases, killed.
These are ordinary folk. Fathers, brothers, friends who have intervened with the wrong people and paid the price.
I totally applaud your stance Writer Dad, but I just don’t believe it’s right to make that stand in every circumstance. And I am totally aware of how sad a statement that is.
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I’m sure your whole neighborhood was cheering you on, Writer Dad- perhaps, from behind the safety of their curtains.
The majority of people don’t intervene when they see this type of act taking place for fear of reprisals. Unfortunately, this happens all too often.
In the UK, these people are sometimes called ‘have a go heroes’, but sadly many times we read of their exploits because they have been injured…. or worse.
Without doubt, these kids need to learn about being accountable for their actions and having personal responsibility, as well as a sense of community.
It’s just a pity that many of their role models aren’t capable of showing them by example.
I’m sure your whole neighborhood was cheering you on, Writer Dad- perhaps, from behind the safety of their curtains.
The majority of people don’t intervene when they see this type of act taking place for fear of reprisals. Unfortunately, this happens all too often.
In the UK, these people are sometimes called ‘have a go heroes’, but sadly many times we read of their exploits because they have been injured…. or worse.
Without doubt, these kids need to learn about being accountable for their actions and having personal responsibility, as well as a sense of community.
It’s just a pity that many of their role models aren’t capable of showing them by example.
Writer Dad,
You are a man of principle.
Your words are also your actions.
Your actions speak well of your character.
You have a fine character.
You are a fine man.
Writer Dad,
You are a man of principle.
Your words are also your actions.
Your actions speak well of your character.
You have a fine character.
You are a fine man.
Wow, there’s not many people out there that would stand up with such conviction – and at the risk of physical injury. Isn’t it sad that we all have to fear for our safety in the name of respect and decency?
Wow, there’s not many people out there that would stand up with such conviction – and at the risk of physical injury. Isn’t it sad that we all have to fear for our safety in the name of respect and decency?
I am so glad it’s you who is living where you do. You are a teacher in so many ways. And it’s telling that the young man asked which house was yours. Ever the optimist, I see eager hope in his question. Just the fact that he actually peeled the sticker off means he really wanted to do right. His sneering “Yeah” was just bravado.
Please, Writer Dad, tell us more of these stories. You’ll inspire us all to be heroes like you.
Julies last blog post..Somewhere On The Circle
I am so glad it’s you who is living where you do. You are a teacher in so many ways. And it’s telling that the young man asked which house was yours. Ever the optimist, I see eager hope in his question. Just the fact that he actually peeled the sticker off means he really wanted to do right. His sneering “Yeah” was just bravado.
Please, Writer Dad, tell us more of these stories. You’ll inspire us all to be heroes like you.
Julies last blog post..Somewhere On The Circle
You did the right thing. You stood up for your neighborhood, for your family, for our world. I hold you and these acts in much respect. We need more of this. We need this to start with each family unit, everyone taking responsibility for their actions and caring for our world. You inspire, Writer Dad!
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You did the right thing. You stood up for your neighborhood, for your family, for our world. I hold you and these acts in much respect. We need more of this. We need this to start with each family unit, everyone taking responsibility for their actions and caring for our world. You inspire, Writer Dad!
Lances last blog post..Winds of Change
Wow, Writer Dad. First, I had chills reading this. I don’t think my neighborhood is all too different from yours but it’s shifting and changing. I think it takes showing a respect in small ways for what we own that seeps about an area. I like to think so anyway. Maybe it’s a coincidence that since we moved in and began fixing our place, slowly too, have our neighbors. Perhaps a keep up with the Joneses’ in a way that doesn’t boast but simply shows a care and concern for where we live.
I am also pretty dumbfounded that you lost a subscriber over this. It’s not just a sticker. It’s an attitude of entitlement and arrogance and is disrespectful.
I am glad you stood up for making and keeping your neighborhood a better place for you kids to grow up.
This has solidified my desire to take my kids out today with gloves and trash bags and walk the perimeter of our neighborhood to pick up trash that is still about from our storms. I think you have to teach respect and pride and need to start early.
Wow, Writer Dad. First, I had chills reading this. I don’t think my neighborhood is all too different from yours but it’s shifting and changing. I think it takes showing a respect in small ways for what we own that seeps about an area. I like to think so anyway. Maybe it’s a coincidence that since we moved in and began fixing our place, slowly too, have our neighbors. Perhaps a keep up with the Joneses’ in a way that doesn’t boast but simply shows a care and concern for where we live.
I am also pretty dumbfounded that you lost a subscriber over this. It’s not just a sticker. It’s an attitude of entitlement and arrogance and is disrespectful.
I am glad you stood up for making and keeping your neighborhood a better place for you kids to grow up.
This has solidified my desire to take my kids out today with gloves and trash bags and walk the perimeter of our neighborhood to pick up trash that is still about from our storms. I think you have to teach respect and pride and need to start early.
Hey Sean, great writing and great story. You are definitely a man of principal.
I completely agree that it is our responsibility to stand up for ourselves, our property and our freedom to live in peace. I also agree that this kind of thing can get us hurt very badly. But that doesn’t make it right or wrong; just more of a challenge.
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Hey Sean, great writing and great story. You are definitely a man of principal.
I completely agree that it is our responsibility to stand up for ourselves, our property and our freedom to live in peace. I also agree that this kind of thing can get us hurt very badly. But that doesn’t make it right or wrong; just more of a challenge.
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Principles always come with a price attached, and not everyone will pay. You paid the price today — by taking a risk. Good on you! Your kids will remember these things and emulate them. Sometimes we forget how impressionable our audience can be. I know you weren’t thinking of that at the moment — you were just p.o.’d that the punk was messing up your ‘hood — but there is always watching going on.
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Principles always come with a price attached, and not everyone will pay. You paid the price today — by taking a risk. Good on you! Your kids will remember these things and emulate them. Sometimes we forget how impressionable our audience can be. I know you weren’t thinking of that at the moment — you were just p.o.’d that the punk was messing up your ‘hood — but there is always watching going on.
Betsy Wuebkers last blog post..OUTSIDE, SEEING
Blogger Dad: I’m quite sure my house is on a waiting list to get a nice surprise. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. I totally should have taken a picture, but I didn’t think about it until he was gone.
Matthew: I’m glad you live in a good neighborhood.
Benjamin: With a wide web between us, I’m unable to properly measure your sarcasm, so I’ll take your question straight.
No, I don’t think I’m a hero. I saved no one, and was considering my needs during the entire confrontation. Such are not the actions of a hero. I do all I can to make my neighborhood safe and friendly. The gaggle of hoods who stroll our streets, intimidating others and destroying property, are able to do so because no one is willing to stand up to them. They are not plastering a political message, or working toward change. They are simply being destructive, making the neighborhood feel unsafe, and wasting the time of others. The story wasn’t about a sticker. It was about a disrespectful bully. This is clearly written. I imagine you must have your own issues with authority to respond as you did.
Matthew: No chance. Bullies don’t like confrontation.
Tara/Scott: I totally here what you’re saying, and I agree it’s always important to be careful, but if everyone gives up then no one is trying. If no one is trying, the world will start to die.
Dave: Thanks. Your comment is like a complimentary poem.
Busymama: Yes, it is. I don’t think I was too much at risk though.
Julie: I’ll tell the stories as they come. It wasn’t even close to my planned post. It was just something that happened at the end of the day, and it came out as I was writing. He had to do a lot of sneering because the neighborhood was laughing at him.
Lance: Yes we do, and I do my best.
Emily: Tell me how that goes, I think that’s a wonderful thing to do with your children. As far as the lost subscriber, it’s totally okay with me. I want as many subscribers as possible, but I do not need one who believes I thought I was a hero for making someone clean a sticker. The internet’s too small for that.
Motivate Thyself: It can get us hurt, it is more of a challenge, it is still our duty as citizens.
Betsy Wuebker: Surprisingly, I was thinking about precisely that in the moment. Living alone wouldn’t have prompted a jump over the fence. Living as example for my children makes me a totally different man.
Blogger Dad: I’m quite sure my house is on a waiting list to get a nice surprise. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. I totally should have taken a picture, but I didn’t think about it until he was gone.
Matthew: I’m glad you live in a good neighborhood.
Benjamin: With a wide web between us, I’m unable to properly measure your sarcasm, so I’ll take your question straight.
No, I don’t think I’m a hero. I saved no one, and was considering my needs during the entire confrontation. Such are not the actions of a hero. I do all I can to make my neighborhood safe and friendly. The gaggle of hoods who stroll our streets, intimidating others and destroying property, are able to do so because no one is willing to stand up to them. They are not plastering a political message, or working toward change. They are simply being destructive, making the neighborhood feel unsafe, and wasting the time of others. The story wasn’t about a sticker. It was about a disrespectful bully. This is clearly written. I imagine you must have your own issues with authority to respond as you did.
Matthew: No chance. Bullies don’t like confrontation.
Tara/Scott: I totally here what you’re saying, and I agree it’s always important to be careful, but if everyone gives up then no one is trying. If no one is trying, the world will start to die.
Dave: Thanks. Your comment is like a complimentary poem.
Busymama: Yes, it is. I don’t think I was too much at risk though.
Julie: I’ll tell the stories as they come. It wasn’t even close to my planned post. It was just something that happened at the end of the day, and it came out as I was writing. He had to do a lot of sneering because the neighborhood was laughing at him.
Lance: Yes we do, and I do my best.
Emily: Tell me how that goes, I think that’s a wonderful thing to do with your children. As far as the lost subscriber, it’s totally okay with me. I want as many subscribers as possible, but I do not need one who believes I thought I was a hero for making someone clean a sticker. The internet’s too small for that.
Motivate Thyself: It can get us hurt, it is more of a challenge, it is still our duty as citizens.
Betsy Wuebker: Surprisingly, I was thinking about precisely that in the moment. Living alone wouldn’t have prompted a jump over the fence. Living as example for my children makes me a totally different man.
Wow, Sean! Good for you!! I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have had the guts. Unless I was mad enough, I guess. But I’m kind of scared of teenagers! LOL!
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Wow, Sean! Good for you!! I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have had the guts. Unless I was mad enough, I guess. But I’m kind of scared of teenagers! LOL!
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GO SEAN and LAY THAT SMACK DOWN!!!! Woohoo!!
People should be held accountable for their actions.
GO SEAN and LAY THAT SMACK DOWN!!!! Woohoo!!
People should be held accountable for their actions.
Nice work, WD. It’s important that people, children especially, understand the consequences of their actions. I often think that our society is becoming more and more inconsequential because the people in our neighborhoods make it easy to act that way. But ignoring what is going on around us does not make the world a better place. We make the world better by our actions. The kid may have been angry, but I would wager he won’t tag the sign again.
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Nice work, WD. It’s important that people, children especially, understand the consequences of their actions. I often think that our society is becoming more and more inconsequential because the people in our neighborhoods make it easy to act that way. But ignoring what is going on around us does not make the world a better place. We make the world better by our actions. The kid may have been angry, but I would wager he won’t tag the sign again.
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I had to STOP and look in. Good for you!
I think it’s when people care about their neighborhood and stand up to hoodlums that change really happens.
Pink Inks last blog post..Silly Like a Kid
I had to STOP and look in. Good for you!
I think it’s when people care about their neighborhood and stand up to hoodlums that change really happens.
Pink Inks last blog post..Silly Like a Kid
Wow – I like how you act!
Would have been nice if a couple neighbours would have joined you instead of just watched you.
The closest story I have to share is when I was walking through my city’s main park after a rain and came upon a couple teen girls who had picked up dozens of snails and laid them out, one inch apart across a bike path. I know they were “just snails” but it’s their “home” and my park also. I was having a short chat with the girls about it when a cyclist came by and almost wiped out because he was trying to miss crushing them. The chatting stopped and we all started picking up the snails and returning them from where they were taken. Sometimes consequences aren’t considered…
Good for you for taking a stand – and I’m glad your story ended as it did.
Laurie | Express Yourself to Successs last blog post..Helpful Habits
Wow – I like how you act!
Would have been nice if a couple neighbours would have joined you instead of just watched you.
The closest story I have to share is when I was walking through my city’s main park after a rain and came upon a couple teen girls who had picked up dozens of snails and laid them out, one inch apart across a bike path. I know they were “just snails” but it’s their “home” and my park also. I was having a short chat with the girls about it when a cyclist came by and almost wiped out because he was trying to miss crushing them. The chatting stopped and we all started picking up the snails and returning them from where they were taken. Sometimes consequences aren’t considered…
Good for you for taking a stand – and I’m glad your story ended as it did.
Laurie | Express Yourself to Successs last blog post..Helpful Habits
The most powerful form of world-changing we can engage in is to stand up for ourselves and our loved ones, to lead by example, and to raise our children to do the same. It’s the principle that counts, not how small or petty the act.
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The most powerful form of world-changing we can engage in is to stand up for ourselves and our loved ones, to lead by example, and to raise our children to do the same. It’s the principle that counts, not how small or petty the act.
Michael Martine – Remarkabloggers last blog post..What’s Your Blogging Creed?
A few years back I read a story about a woman who lived in a city block neighborhood where each home had a tiny would-be patch of grass out front. Except that there was no green grass. In front of every worn down house were broken bottles and trash and homeless people in various states of disarray.
So the woman took her would-be patch and planted a flower garden. She nurtured it and cared for it and every day walked out and picked up all of the trash arround it. As the flowers began to bloom, other neighbors who were enjoying looking at the garden began to clean up around their area as well and a few asked her to help make them gardens too. Soon the entire street was filled with garden patches and no more trash. It took someone who cared enough to make a stand and do something different.
Way to go Sean, way to be a difference maker. I’ m proud of you, and more importantly I know your family must be.
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A few years back I read a story about a woman who lived in a city block neighborhood where each home had a tiny would-be patch of grass out front. Except that there was no green grass. In front of every worn down house were broken bottles and trash and homeless people in various states of disarray.
So the woman took her would-be patch and planted a flower garden. She nurtured it and cared for it and every day walked out and picked up all of the trash arround it. As the flowers began to bloom, other neighbors who were enjoying looking at the garden began to clean up around their area as well and a few asked her to help make them gardens too. Soon the entire street was filled with garden patches and no more trash. It took someone who cared enough to make a stand and do something different.
Way to go Sean, way to be a difference maker. I’ m proud of you, and more importantly I know your family must be.
Wendi Kelly-Life’s Little Inspirationss last blog post..Cleaning Closets
My first skeptical reaction: Wondering if he saw you walk back towards your house.
Then I thought more – You gave him attention and sometimes that’s all people are looking for – no matter what kind. Every little bit helps to make the world a more positive place to live. We have to start with our own back yard.
My first skeptical reaction: Wondering if he saw you walk back towards your house.
Then I thought more – You gave him attention and sometimes that’s all people are looking for – no matter what kind. Every little bit helps to make the world a more positive place to live. We have to start with our own back yard.
WD: good for you! I’m proud of you.
p.s. that Benjamin dude says on his blog that his passion is writing “marxist horror fiction.” I wouldn’t sweat it. And frankly, I’m glad he unsubscribed because otherwise I never would have clicked on his name, and now the idea of Marxist Horror Fiction is going to have me in giggles the rest of the day.
WD: good for you! I’m proud of you.
p.s. that Benjamin dude says on his blog that his passion is writing “marxist horror fiction.” I wouldn’t sweat it. And frankly, I’m glad he unsubscribed because otherwise I never would have clicked on his name, and now the idea of Marxist Horror Fiction is going to have me in giggles the rest of the day.
Steph: You never have the guts if you spend a second to think about it. You just have to walk with direction.
Hayden: Yes, they should. Good luck on your M,W,F. I think it sounds ideal.
Ian: I’m sure the sign will still get hit, but I believe you’re right. It won’t be by him.
Pink Ink: It will not happen any other way.
Laurie: This is a semi regular story, and the neighbors always watch. I enjoyed your snail story. I pictured it perfectly.
Michael Martine: Word.
Wendi: That is a wonderful story. I can relate. Within a few months of us moving in, three of our neighbors painted their house and several planted flowers. Positive change is infectious. So is negativity. Let’s make sure we choose sides wisely.
Stacey: I am quite sure he saw me turn back towards the house. It’s okay, any one of his buddies could’ve told him which house was mine anyway. I’m not going to fritter moments worrying about him, I can only hope that there was a small part of him that heard what I was saying.
KittyTown: I followed him to his blog too. I think you, the Gray Ghost, and I should collaborate on some Marxist Horror Fiction. It WILL be amazing. Do you want to do another guest post? You can write about the time you chased the mugger and made him give you your purse back. I’m laughing just thinking about it.
Steph: You never have the guts if you spend a second to think about it. You just have to walk with direction.
Hayden: Yes, they should. Good luck on your M,W,F. I think it sounds ideal.
Ian: I’m sure the sign will still get hit, but I believe you’re right. It won’t be by him.
Pink Ink: It will not happen any other way.
Laurie: This is a semi regular story, and the neighbors always watch. I enjoyed your snail story. I pictured it perfectly.
Michael Martine: Word.
Wendi: That is a wonderful story. I can relate. Within a few months of us moving in, three of our neighbors painted their house and several planted flowers. Positive change is infectious. So is negativity. Let’s make sure we choose sides wisely.
Stacey: I am quite sure he saw me turn back towards the house. It’s okay, any one of his buddies could’ve told him which house was mine anyway. I’m not going to fritter moments worrying about him, I can only hope that there was a small part of him that heard what I was saying.
KittyTown: I followed him to his blog too. I think you, the Gray Ghost, and I should collaborate on some Marxist Horror Fiction. It WILL be amazing. Do you want to do another guest post? You can write about the time you chased the mugger and made him give you your purse back. I’m laughing just thinking about it.
Kudos to you Writer Dad for standing up for your property and your beliefs. That kid’s grandmother should teach him to have pride in his community.
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Kudos to you Writer Dad for standing up for your property and your beliefs. That kid’s grandmother should teach him to have pride in his community.
Valeries last blog post..Elder Care and Pets – A Caregiver’s Dilemna