What is our little town coming to when one neighbor almost runs another neighbor over?
I was taking a brief evening stroll on my street on the longest eve of the year, and was on my way home. I was about four houses from my own. Across the street and to my left periphery, a neighbor began backing their car out of their driveway. They continued. I had nowhere to go except into the ditch and had to stop short in my tracks so I wouldn’t get hit.
They didn’t say a word and kept right on going. Must have been in some kind of urgent hurry to risk running over their neighbor with their car, don’t you think?
What has become of neighborly evening walks?