There’s a crazy lady who lives two long blocks down our street, way down toward the end. She’s known for, among other things, her comprehensive front yard collection of hubcaps, abalone shells, plastic windmills, and a full-size terra cotta of Elvis.
She reportedly likes to stalk her neighborhood, getting into arguments with people about their plants, pets, parking and/or personal hygiene. She often threatens to sue. One day she wandered all the way down here, and I—upon hearing a commotion outside—arrived just as one of my neighbors was about to take the lawn edger to her.
I’m sure she’s out of our lives forever.