My next door neighbour is kind of a strange little man. He probably would say the same thing about me on his blog, but I’m pretty sure it’s a safe bet he won’t, because he is just now contemplating the move to buying a CD player for his house. He has one CD for his truck, because it didn’t come with a cassette or 8-track. His daughter made it for him.
Don’t get me wrong – he’s a good neighbour, willing to lend a hand whenever it’s needed, and never afraid to share his opinion on almost anything.
I call him the lawn mower man. In a way, he’s almost like my father. You never can have too many lawn mowers. But that’s another story for another day Read the rest of this entry »