Directly across from my apt has been vacant since Henry and Judy moved to their new house in Metairie about a month ago and I’ve missed them. Our crowd here on the 3rd floor has been steadily shrinking with Ra’shad and Tiffany in their new house. The Wallaces having moved out last week. And H&T will be moving into their new house mid month. And John is out by end of the year. So I’ve been pining about all my great neighbors leaving me alone here while I wait for the LaLa to get done. Then early this week I was in the elevator with a guy and I asked what floor so that I could push the button and he said 3, and I asked (curiously), where do you live? Turns out directly across from me. Who knew?
A day or two later there was a flyer on my door and taped to it was a business card from Homeland Security so I thought it had something to do with security and I put it with a stack of papers. Today, while straightening up, I noticed it was my new neighbor’s business card with a note on back asking if I would like to grab lunch or dinner sometime – hmmm.