When we first moved into the neighborhood two years ago, Mike-next-door was the first person we met. He was out mowing the lawn in his scars and a red tank top. Looking like the Kool-Aid Man. Mike walks his bulldogs up and down the neighborhood and comes out to the curb for the ice cream man.
Last night when Peavine Mountain caught fire in a lightning storm he was out on the front lawn sharing his binoculars. “I’ve lived here 57 years, man. I’ve seen that mountain burn up like 20 times."
The next morning I took Ash & Tom up for a closer look. Ash was pretty interested, but Tom wasn't having any of it.
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