Stray Cat Strut
It’s been nearly a decade since my husband and I moved onto our street. I think we’re what you would consider a transitional neighborhood. We have a grand late 1800s home, a few turn of the century bungalows, some 20s era cottages, and even some drop dead gorgeous newer homes. We house retirees, empty nesters, and young families. Some of us are born and raised Forneyites, while others of us are newbies to town, to the state, even. One thing separates us from any other neighborhood I’ve ever lived in. We know each other. Having moved from an area where folks practically threw rotten tomatoes at you if you waved, that was a prerequisite for me. Of course, when you understand how we wound up here to begin with, it seems like Mayberry came looking for us.
