I Love My Neighborhood

You know you live in a weird neighborhood when you listen to the sounds outside and think, “Is that a tuba?”

Then you get up and look outside to investigate, and not only is it a tuba, but about half a dozen other instruments and their players, which come randomly marching by your building.

And then the music fades back into the night as they continue to march up the street, the tuba still being the loudest and most persistent sound from the band you hear, until all you hear is the noise of the traffic.

I love this place.

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