Well, that was a surprise...

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I was sitting here at the computer when there was a knock at the door. When I opened it an older lady was standing there with an envelope, which I saw had my old address on it. Sure enough, she was the lady that now lived in my childhood home. We chatted for a bit, and she asked if I'd like to meet her husband, which I did. Dummy me, when she started leading me toward the car, I went tromping out without the cane. For a second my knee felt unstable and I thought I'd fall, but thank the Lord I didn't. The husband seemed nice too, though a man of few words. I didn't think I'd ever meet them--as my brother's the "landlord", and I've never seen them when I've visited the old neighborhood. I only wish they'd brought the dog my brother said they have.