Sunday, October 11, 2015

Good Neighbor on Ritchie Avenue

Skip and the Good Neighbor . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Photo by Marash Girl
Marash Girl's best friend from high school decided to visit  Marash Girl while she was in Maryland visiting her  grandchildren.   The two became so embroiled in conversation -- recounting tales of J.C. Hall and their AP Chemistry Class, of Marilyn Drewes and their AP biology class, that Skip forgot that he had forgotten to turn his car lights off, and sure as tootin', when Skip finally rose up from the porch chair with the words, "I really have to leave -- I'm going to be late for my next appointment",  walked over to his car, opened the car door, sat on the driver's seat, took out his keys, put the car key into the ignition and turned the key, nothing happened.   Marash Girl knew that Triple A would never get there in time for Skip to make it to his next appointment.  When she looked up, though, she saw, right across the street, a neighbor sitting next to his white pick up truck.  "Need help?" he asked with a grin.  "Sure do," answered Marash Girl, silently praying thanks to God that Good Neighbors still exist on Ritchie Avenue.


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