Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Mr. and Mrs. Harris were my grandparents' next-door neighbors in California. They had a daughter named Sally and also a son whose name I don't remember. As small children we once had breakfast at the Harris' house, cereal and milk, but other than that I really do not remember much about the Harris family. Those were other times when neighbors know who each other were, unlike today's transient culture, where various persons going by the name of Harris are completely unrecognizable to us. Whatever happens, I don't think I will have any need of their worthless golf money.