Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

Our neighbors up on the corner are Mr. and Mrs. C. They, like many of our neighbors, have lived in their home since the neighborhood was built in 1962. Mr. and Mrs. C have two very old dogs of questionable lineage that I think are held together with bubble gum and duct tape. Morton, who is part bulldog, eats rocks and Chiquita who is pure mutt and resembles no known breed, is constantly sporting a bandage around her middle. They are very old dogs and I would easily believe that they came with the house.

Mr. and Mrs. C pass by our house walking their motley crew every day and they always say hello. The funny thing is that although they insist we call them Mr. and Mrs. C, because they are our elders and we must be respectful, they never remember our names. They call us Mother, Father and Young Man...seriously.