Won't you be my neighbor? Oh please won't you be...
I was talking to Nancy about what you would be saying during all this. I was transported to some a moment in time. A moment I don’t even know if it really happened. It’s mid-day, around 530-6, you are driving me to some practice. I want to say basketball practice at the hall in Old Folcroft. I told Nancy I had this vision of us driving by and seeing her, doing something in her front lawn, you slowly pull up, say something like, “look at this bitch and her plantation…”And Nancy replying back, “oh you know what Malin…..” hahahah. I can hear her voice. I can hear your voice. Maybe both of you with poofy 80’s/90’s do’s. Of course we were driving some beater. Probably the Caprice Classic with the felt seats and scabbed brown paint. I can see you chatting with her, “saying, I gotta drive the prince to practice…” I would typically just say Hi and then be silent, minding my own business while you guys caught up. Some quip about the street, the neighborhood, who is doing what, who moved out...