Silly Grins  Thursday, May 17, 2012  He Crossed the Line  He
Crossed the Line  And now it is time to die.  The first time we
met, he crossed the line.  Smiling even.  Walked right through
the gap  in that fence we were building.   Our neighbor.   We
give him peace before he rests.      1. "If you have to kill
someone, never ever tell a living soul."     - Gene, "Layer
Cake"      1. There is a misunderstanding. Here is the context:
Our dear neighbor, after retiring to care for his senile mother
(mentioned in a comment maybe about a year ago in Bad Boy's
confession chamber - his senile mother being a reason for the
fence in the first place even though she was somewhat comic
relief)... our dear neighbor is 'on his way out', as they say.
Most of his retirement has been spent tending his magnificent
garden. One of the trees has some nice fruit on it, almost ripe
for picking. We share what we've got with each other when we've
got too much, which seems to happen just often enough.
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