I am not sure how it all started but today, labor day we had our second annual neighborhood party. A chance for us all to get to know each other's names.

We see each other frequently but I didn't know the names. This time I took a pen and wrote down the names, yes you are my neighbor, good to talk to you again.

The young boys circled the gathering with their bikes. They obviously were living in a different party then the adults. parallel universes.