Months passed after the drifting leaves incident and I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that Frank was going to continue to be my “cross to bear”.
But one day as I was driving home I saw a FOR SALE sign in Frank’s front lawn. I was so shocked that I almost drove right through the intersection instead of turning right. That was truly one of the best days of my life.
Back then houses on the market in my neighborhood moved quickly. I even had people come to my door and offer to buy my house, so I felt that my nightmare would soon be over. And so it was. The sign disappeared in about two weeks and a month later I saw a moving van in his driveway. I felt an urge to go running through the neighborhood shouting: “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God A’mighty, I’m free at last!” But I restrained myself.
A few days later a young Hispanic couple with an adorable 3 year old boy moved in. They became as good neighbors as Frank had been bad. Sadly, in 2009 they lost the house through foreclosure. There is a new family living there now, who are also very nice.
In my entire life I have never had a problem with any neighbor except for Frank. Nor have I ever known a person as crude and vulgar. Except for my ‘ tween years when cussing by my male classmates (and even me on occasion) was the “in” thing, I have actually rarely heard the word “Fuck” or any of its variations uttered live. I have been fortunate to work with and be associated with people who didn’t need vulgarity to express themselves. Guess that means I’ve lived a sheltered life.
In my family swearing was not acceptable. “Hell” and “Damn” were like Cardinal sins, so I shudder to think of what would have happened had I ever dropped the “F” bomb at home!
In my recent post about my fortunate life I wrote that I have never felt threatened physically. While I definitely did feel threatened by Frank I don’t believe that is a contradiction. I was referring to the places I have traveled and the cities and neighborhoods where I lived.