My neighbors come and go.

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In a manner of speaking, I live in a fish bowl. I see so much of the activity that goes on in my corner of the world. Suddenly I was aware that a resident’s trailer–in storage–was getting ready to leave. Out came the camera. When I saw the sliding door was open, I jumped and ran to assist. (“Busy body”??) ~~ The resident couple that owned the beautiful new forty-foot “park model” died last year in a local convalescent home. Living, as I do, in an assisted-living community, I know people with major health problems. I’ve lost count of the number of residents who have passed away in the eighteen and one-half months I’ve lived here. (My former next-door neighbors [after selling their trailer] are en-route to an apartment, in Florida, with a higher level of assisted-living.)