Of Neighbors Past

We had a tough thunderstorm roll through here last night; lightning, hail, that kind of stuff. It reminded me of some old neighbors (long moved away). When something like that would hit, we would leave our front doors open; the doors faced each other across this short middle area that was covered enough that you could walk between the two apartments OK. One of the bad storms that hit here was the Mayfest storm on 5-5-95, in which my area was hit with moderate hail and a lot of rain. And we were some of the lucky ones--I still remember this video from a county to the west of mine; it looked like someone was whipping baseballs into someone's window.

The only other past neighbor of particular note was this one petite brunette in the apartment next to mine who drove a huge pickup truck. She was the one who drove me to the hospital when I broke my arm.