we used to know the people who lived in that house.
but years ago, they moved out.
then someone moved in and before i could meet him,
the kids dubbed it 'the dead guy's house.'
it took on an air of mystery for sure.
we never knew what happened.
a long time later, a family moved in....
and then the mom and kids moved out.
leaving a guy i kept hearin' weird rumors about.
the construction workers filled me with stories of
him being crazy in the head.
my sons spoke to him recently and told me he was a
nice guy. was good to hear....but still i wondered.
he has no car. i see him walking up and down the road
to the grocery store. but have never bumped into him.
this morning as i got near his house, i heard a shout.
it wasn't a scared shout. like i didn't think someone
got hurt...but i didn't know what to think. it was a loud
shout. real loud.
hmmmmm.....i'm really not sure this is gonna be something
i want to know, i thought.
and i heard another shout just as i was rounding the bend
where i could see his front door.
it looked like he was sitting on the ground at his front
what could i do?
'you okay?' i shouted over.
he stood up.
oh yeah. and started off in a flurry of words.
he's got a heavy accent. i couldn't get all of what he
said. i did hear 'sump pump' and 'water up to here' tho.
i wanted to laugh with relief.
but figured a sympathetic face would be more helpful.
i nodded, looked sympathetic, exchanged a few words,
had a feeling i just made a new friend, and went on my way.
'have a good day' he hollered after me.
and i grinned.
what a relief.
and i was reminded once again that people are people.
always a good thing to remember.