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Categories - Copywriting - Shopping - Free Online Business Help - Telecommunications Services Articles: Home - Neighbors Continued (4) On the other side of her is a young couple, a white man and an Asian woman, with a big dog and a young boy, who were really beaming when they moved in and they are always working on their home. They have a yellow sign that they put out in the street that says, "Warning. Children", when they let their boy play out front. The husband built a small ramp that their kid and others jump their bikes over. They are friendly and participated in a block party that we have each year on the 4th of July, which is organized by a guy who lives next to the guy who does the ponds. This neighbor has a 1969 restored Camaro muscle car that he parks in the middle of the street during the party and has a few friends with muscle cars who also bring their cars over so it turns into a mini-car show. They mostly sit in lawn chairs during the party, drink beer, and look at and talk about their cars. He started hot-rodding around a couple of years ago during the party while kids were in the street and we exchanged a few unpleasant words so, we don't have much to do with each other. The guy who does the ponds is his buddy and we don't have a lot to say to each other either. At the entrance to the driveway for the home of the guy who does the ponds, the street turns sharply right and passes homes, with neatly kept yards, occupied by people, as in most neighborhoods, you never see or speak to. The houses on the right are on the other side of the alley that passes by my back yard and the people in them do their duty as far as keeping the alley neat and clean. Except for one guy that I have run into at the driving range, played golf with, and built a fireplace for, I cannot recall having seen them or the people on the left. When the street passes these houses, it turns back to the left past some homes that are occupied by more people I have never seen. You can continue up the base of the hill that overlooks the neighborhood, or you can turn left or right on Cat Street. That's not the real name of the street, but I call it that because there are no dogs to be seen on this street. There are only five cats and only two of the cats have been bothered to become my friends. Turning left on Cat Street, my friend Bob, who I used to go hunting and shooting with, used to live half way down the block on the right. He was a carpenter and we also worked on a number of homes together. Bob has a degree in Biology and he kept wild birds in his back yard for different periods of time, but after studying his Owls, Eagles, Hawks, and Vultures, he would always set them free. Sometimes, they would stay around the neighborhood for weeks before they wandered off. Once, one fall after school has started, Bob and I took our guns, fishing poles, camp kits, canteens, sleeping bags, the dog I used to have, and hiked into the Sierra Nevada Mountains for a week. We picked the fall because the construction season is winding down and because by that time, most of the water has run out of the mountains and it would make it more challenging, but it rained the 2nd day we were there. Most people would think that the dog is just someone else that has to be fed, but he will warn you at night when a bear, mountain lion, or coyotes are approaching and keep you from becoming food. The good thing about the fall is that most of the animals and fish are fat so, we feasted. One Sunday we had a turkey and we couldn't eat it all. At the end of the week, we decided to stay another week and talked about just staying up there, but we eventually would run out of ammunition and we were beginning to talk about women a lot. When we came out, we felt better than when we went in. Maybe that's where Bob went. Like Mary, Bob wandered off while I was on a business trip and I have no idea where he is.
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