Zigzagoon Flats

Not to say this block don't got no problems. But no. Not since the munitions-stockpiking wannabe (read: YANKEE) "Confederates" (to judge by their flag, and deliveries left by their front door) moved out last year have I really had any neighbour trouble at all. Fancy that. And I won't pretend I'm not *really* glad *not* to live next to a mosque — but then, I don't go LOOKING FOR TROUBLE like some people do. (Moving two doors down from *any* religious building when they were there before you's downright unamerican if all you're intending to do is stir up trouble with the members of that religion, 'cause then *you're* the new kid on the block — not them.) *cue dreadful '80s music* That's not to say we're one big happy family here, either — but yeah: we mostly manage to coexist quite peacably, thanks very much. We've all got far, far more in common in terms of shared enlightened self-interest than any of us have serious grievance...

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Yet again, just like on the 2nd of April, someone's apparently trying to send me a message through the garbage cans out back. Yet again, yesterday, someone else's garbage wound up in my garbage can. This morning, my garbage can was tipped over, along with my recycling bin. But only mine, not the downstairs neighbour's. (The downstairs neighbor is the one who was getting blackmailed the other day by a young African-American gentleman who blamed the downstairs neighbor's pet Chihuahua, who is indeed decidedly feisty, for having caused him to break the screen on his cell phone.) I hesitate, for obvious reasons, to cast aspersions in any direction; and yet figure it can't hurt to simply observe the fact that people come and go from the back door of 113 North Broad Street rather frequently carrying black garbage bags filled with no one knows exactly what. I have seen several people do it, and then walk across the parking lot in the direction of dumpsters the next block...

Slept right through the initial launch of the Kanto event. Was getting pretty frustrated when the game led me to do something that I almost absolutely never do: cross Madison Avenue. Nice neighbourhood they've got. Brought back some happy memories just being there, seeing the house of someone who was decent, good, and kind to me when no one else would be. And not too very far away: Mocol's. Mocol's is legendary. People who shop there are *delighted* to shop there — as of today, including me. Devotees of the meat department and tobacco department (cheapest in town) wouldn't shop anywhere else. They have things there you won't find anyplace else — like Dakota Trails Sweet and Hot Beef and Pork Jerky Bits. Or Buddy's grape, orange, and strawberry flavoured soda — made in New Ulm, without high fructose corn syrup, and genuinely sweet. I must remember the name of the man who runs the place. He's amazing. It's only ten blocks from where I live (although unf...

That's what I would rename this if I could. I can't — at least, not from inside the game. That is all — for now.