I was standing in my doorway this nice quiet afternoon, running a long hard wire through my pipe stem, when a black suv stopped out on the street.

It was my landlord Steve, our new neighbor with the very nice motorhome setup at the end of our street, while their new house is being built.

Steve and I go way back, he was my landlord from the beginning here. I worked for him off and on, transporting cars from Nashville down to his lot. He sold his deceased mothers car to Steph.

He said they're not really camper people, but our quiet little street wrapped around by a creek, is growing on them. We were both clear that my neighbors kids ride their little bikes up and down this road. He said he's made this fact well known.