Maybe It's Me
When I first moved into my home of twenty something years with my wife of twenty something years, I struck up a conversation with the guy that lived right behind us. It was a pleasant conversation about the neighbors and the neighborhood and couple of weeks later, my wife informed me that the man had had a heart attack and died. Not long after that, the guy that lived next door to us, after a brief conversation with me in his driveway one day, promptly passed away a few days later. At that point I took a look around at my neighbors and discovered that there was a shortage of males. The neighbors immediately surrounding my home were all widows.