One place I go to look for certain types of birds had a little camp set up.
Under some weeping tree branches there was a DiscMan on the ground. I looked up and there was a bedroll jammed in a tree fork, a gas can and a bag of stuff.
It’s a good place to live actually. Not too far a walk from a store and some restaurant dumpsters. If I ever end up homeless, I could see myself in that little place.
It’s been a weird and crazy summer.
Another friend of mine has cancer, but he’s not expected to make it. My other friend’s cancer was caught early and they went through treatment and they’re doing well.
Cancer is not for the old, like it used to seem to be.
One neighbor fairly close by was murdered.
At another house, someone was taken out in a body bag. Not too much fuss about that one. No forensic team, no crime scene tape, nobody arrested. I thought at first that someone had broken into their house because the dad and a daughter kept walking from the open garage door to the back of the house while a cop took flash photos in the garage just before sunrise.
Cops were there about two and a half hours photographing and taking a little evidence out to one of the cruisers. Then the coroner came. Then someone in a body bag was taken out of the garage on a gurney and placed into a van.
There’s no scuttlebutt in the neighborhood about this. Maybe a suicide, maybe a squatter died from the heat or maybe someone killed a burglar.