Living in such a high profile location can be taxing when it comes to heavier traffic, but the advantages far outweigh waiting to back out of my drive.  What I love most are some of the people in this neighborhood.

Aside from my immediate neighbors, Kay Moore, and her family (The Parkers) next door, and Bob & Chris Stephens behind me, there are a scattering of other wonderful people throughout the neighborhood.

I try to walk the dogs where there are no yards so there are no temptations for Chief to hike on flower beds, etc..  When we stroll through North & South Bromfield Streets we walk in the street since there are no sidewalks, and the roads are wide enough to feel safe.  Lincoln Park Boulevard is about the only street, aside from a stretch down Shroyer Road toward the middle school, where we walk by actual homes.

There is one particular home I love that backs up to the high school’s track & field that has a unique fan-shaped structure over the front door.  The lawn/gardens are always kept so nice, as well.  This morning, the owners were in their driveway cleaning out their van as we were walking by.  I almost shouted over to the gentleman, asking if he made house calls.  He looked busy, so I remained silent.

A little while ago I was in the kitchen feeding the dogs when I saw a father riding a bike with an attached stroller.  A few seconds later, a lady and her son stopped their bikes, and the boy was leaning over holding his face.  The mother had called ahead to her husband but he was too far away.  I went outside to see if I could be of assistance, and discovered the young boy had a nose bleed.  I supplied him with some wet paper towels, some dry ones and a plastic Kroger bag.  By this time, the father and the boy’s friend had returned.

It was such a nice chat with this family, and their son’s friend (who lives on Rockhill).  I discovered they live in the house with the fan-shaped structure above their front door!

“You were cleaning your van this morning!”

It was nice to meet Bill & Amy, and their son – whose name I’ve already forgotten.

Move over Mister Rogers.  You ain’t got the only wonderful neighborhood!