Another Memorial Day in the burbs. We had been planning a weekend getaway, but soccer matches and a sore throat scrapped our plans. As I sat in my fold out arm chair at the corner of my block, I chatted with the motley crew of neighbors.

The teenagers told me about the Junior Prom. Will their mother let them go to the shore over night and get a belly button tattoo. Um, no. She will not.

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