For the past seven years, a new crop of MSU students have moved into the house next door each fall. I like to call it “Animal House”, but to tell you the truth, none have been animals like John Belushi and his crew.
In fact, they have been wonderful neighbors – always willing to help me do odd jobs around the house – like changing the light bulbs in my outdoor lights which I can’t reach. Or screwing the top off a jar of pickles. One even put up a fence in my back yard. The tenants have restored my faith in the younger generation.
One problem: They call me Miss Emily, which is vaguely disturbing.
The kids moving in today picked the hottest day of the year in which to move, and I felt sorry for them. So I took them some lemonade. They will be more likely to pay me back one day in the distant future when I get my walker hung up in the wisteria.