My friend Leigh and I were walking around the neighborhood this weekend. We were walking towards a corner near Western. A man carrying a bucket was approaching the same corner; even from several feet away you could hear him muttering to himself. I’d seen him around before, but I couldn’t remember whether he was good crazy or bad. I slowed down just a little so that we wouldn’t cross paths at the intersection.
Leigh could see what I was doing. “It’s okay,” she said. “I see him all the time. He just washes windows and talks to himself.” I’m glad Leigh knows stuff like this, because, really, how else am I going to know? And that’s when we got the idea: Neighborhood Eccentric Trading Cards. I doubt we’ll ever make them, but they sure would be useful.
