I've got a new neighbor. Or maybe he/she's very very old.
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LaRhonda wants a burger
It's Saturday. Bryan is in our yard with friends, sweating over a BBQ smoker full of chicken, sausage and ribs. At this point, it's become a weekend tradition. They're lounging on the screened-in porch, drinking beers and watching March Madness, when all of a sudden, a voice calls from over the fence. "What y'all cookin'…
Ghostbusters
Whenever I'm considering a new place to live, I spend a considerable amount of time Googling things like this: "1234 Main St., Indianapolis MURDER" "1234 Main St., Indianapolis DEATH" "1234 Main St., Indianapolis HAUNTED" I mean, you've got to be sure. You know?
