remember me?

Alex's television travels have taken him to Charlotte for the weekend, and he managed to find his way back to our old home. It looks as if our former neighbors convinced the current owner to cut down the walnut tree in the front yard. The great walnut tree debate of 2010 is what caused our neighbors to stop speaking to us. They wanted us to cut it down because squirrels would gather walnuts from our tree, take them back to the giant oak in our neighbors' front yard, and drop tiny pieces of shell on their fancy cars. I said no. Apparently that made us dead to them (although having them not speak to us was no great loss).

I still like the house better with the tree.