Welcome To The Hood
That cute little cottage with the picket fence is right next door to me, I can see it out my kitchen window. Huey lives there, another California transplant and zydeco dancer who moved here a few years after I did. We share a parking area and a landlord. See the chairs and tables on his front porch? Those used to be my porch furniture, until five days ago. I traded them to him for a compact refrigerator. Now I go over and have tea on his porch every morning. How enterprising was that?
I can also see the railroad tracks from every room in my house. Stay tuned for some serious freight train photography. When life gives you a lemon, I always say: turn it into a weird geeky obsessive hobby, and run like hell with it.