There are a few things I am going to miss about our current neighborhood, out of which we will be moving this weekend. One thing is the community. I have a feeling that wherever we go in this world, nothing will beat having our very own Jesus Rapper at the corner of Argyle & Sheridan, rapping about His Love incoherently, while singing/rapping into a microphone, the head of which is covered in electrical tape and completely useless, and clutching a pen at the same time. Morning, noon and night he is either out on the corner or upstairs in his apartment that oversees the intersection, and he talks and talks… and talks and talks and talks and raps and talks and talks and sings and talks and talks and talks.

I am going to miss having such easy access to all of the restaurants in our area, but that can be in another post, for sure - and I know we’ll have good restaurants in our new neighborhood, but they’re not my restaurants, you know?

The other thing I am going to miss is how sort of oddly everything fits together and just seems right. I went to get keys copied at the local “DOLLAR PLUS” or some such store, for our new apartment, and as the key machine ground squeakily in the background, I poked around a shelf that was behind Matthew’s stroller. There was a shelf of DVDs for sale, $1.49 apiece. I figured these would be fifth-rate B-movie releases, so I pulled a few out to see what the titles were. Oh no, not quite what I had in mind, definitely, when I saw, “Chicks Lickin’ Dicks.” The other DVDs were of that variety, and I put them back.

Only here in some random hole in the wall store can you find porn at a deep-discounted price, so even the poor can have their smut. Love it.