You probably won't hear me admit to this again anytime soon. I see many weird happenings because I am quiet and people forget that I am there watching and listening. And some think that just because I don't say anything, I don't clearly see what is going on. Usually I add some kind of amusing twist to what I witness, but not this time. This time I am telling only the facts. None of this story is made up, embellished, or intentionally false. It is one of those true stories that is naturally bizarre and humorous. Jake and I were sitting at the table eating our Sunday dinner of round steak and macaroni salad. We had the air conditioner on but the shade was up and we could see out. It has been very hot here lately. I've lived in Maryland over 20 years, but this is the first time I experienced something like a California Santa Ana wind here. We came from California. So we're just sitting eating and chatting about this and that. This young family we had not seen before consisting of a very small girl with a mother and father walked up to our neighbor's yard across the street. My neighbor has a beautiful if sort of tacky yard with fountains, a man made pond, and lots of plaster statues. It does look better than my yard. This young family stopped and looked, spotted a large plaster deer, ran up to it, and put there smiling daughter upon it. At this point Jake and I are giggling, and I'm hoping they know the man who lives there (another whole story). He has a lamp post with a drunk man in green stripped pants holding a bottle of liquor. The little girl is bouncing and riding the deer like a pony and the parents are dipping their fingers in the fountains and examining the statues. Five minutes pass. Just then the owner runs outside in a big white cowboy hat. Was he playing the good sheriff? I've never seen him in that hat before. We could not hear what he said to them, but he walked over and they started to leave the yard. It appeared the family was just looking for some free entertainment, the economy being what it is. Jake and I look at one another. We feel old. It would never occur to us walk into a stranger's yard in broad daylight, though we may have snuck in late at night as teenagers. This was blatant tresspassing and the young family didn't seem to know it. Maybe it was that wind. That is how I remember it and I report it to you as precisely and accurately as I can.