The Ballerinas Next Door - Part 1
Our new neighbors move in.
I was sitting in my home office photoshopping some pictures from my weekend assignment when I heard the sound of a truck backing up. Glancing out the window, I could see it pulling up to the house next door. A week earlier, the ‘for sale’ sign on the front lawn had disappeared and I presumed the new owners were moving in. An hour later, after receiving a delivery at my front door, I decided it was time to play ‘good neigh...