We chose to live in a family neighborhood. Good choice. Having the kids around gives the area daytime life. At night they’re home and quiet.
I walked out my back gate onto the service driveway we all share a few minutes ago. Half a dozen little girls, pre-school to 2nd or 3rd grade, walked by. They are at their sweetest, most adorable age.
“Hi girls,” I said.
A few voices returned, “Hi Mr. Fox.”
I smiled and walked back inside.
My whole life I have asked anyone and everyone no matter what age to call me Geoff. Age isn’t a number. It’s stuff like this. Crap.