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March 5, 2005
Oh, my. The old neighborhood just ain't what it was.
A note for my Southern readers:
My parents next door neighbors' children are having a benefit concert in their back yard tonight. One of 'em is in a Phish-like jam band - but they very politely asked permission of the neighbors and left a cell phone number to call and complain if they got too loud. My parents and their immediate across the street neighbors are now very much the oldest people on the street; several of the neighbors are contemporaries (and one is a grammarschool classmate) of mine. There are two houses at the foot of the hill with Tibetan prayer flags on their porches. North Chattanooga is really something, lately.
Posted by CrankyProfessor at March 5, 2005 6:57 PM