The Quiet Neighbor

Just about the first thing anyone new to the neighborhood learned was to avoid Bud Filimore. Cantankerous, territorial, and fueled by what seemed to be a deep-seated hatred for just about everything, he was the kind of man that childhood nightmares were made of. Although he'd only lived there for a few months longer than... Continue Reading →

Papa G

Me and my little girl didn't live rich, but we lived well. We had a solid roof over our head in a navy-blue collar neighborhood filled with good, hard working people barely making ends meet. A nursing assistant and her elderly mother to one side, a bus driver to the other, a construction worker across... Continue Reading →

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