You never want to call someone crazy, but he was dressed in the blues of the local mental hospital. We were standing in front of a local grocery store.
I truly enjoyed this neighborhood.
But, family and friends found this an unusual predilection of mine.
A cross dresser in his early 70’s fed stray cats outside the Starbucks from an open tuna can every morning.
My porch somehow became a garage-sale wherever thing was free. The theft was so common I put out everything I would otherwise donate for the petty thieves to sell on Craigslist.
Even when I entered my own home to find it in the processed of being burgled – I still liked the place.