What I’m Thankful For: My Backyard
The view from our back door “If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard.” – Dorothy, in The Wizard of Oz. Technically, my backyard is not solely mine. I share it with several other townhouse-renting families –and one unspeakably boorish group of 20something guys who tout their cigar-smoking, beer-guzzling, tawdry-storytelling-ways, loudly, on their patio, at all hours — whose back door, like mine, opens up to a large oval quad broken up by the occasional tree and makeshift badminton net. . . .