Years ago, I wrote about some of my adventures with my little old neighbor man. I haven’t seen him in years, as I changed which route I take walking to the train station. However, there’s no shortage of little old men in my neighborhood.
I think my “relationship” with Little Old Neighbor Man II started almost a year ago. It started innocently enough. I was walking home from work one night and saw a little old man watering his flowers. I waved hello, and told him that his flowers were lovely.
As seems par for the course in my world, the story does not end there.
Life of the Lintee Bean 