About two weeks ago, a new couple moved in across the street.

Julius and Bill.

Not surprised the house sold to be honest.

It was a hell of a fixer upper, as they really liked the place.

It's an old farmhouse, built in 1712 or something.

It's better now since they got all the garbage out of the front yard, but the curb appeal

is still seriously lacking.

Not long after they moved in, I invited them over for dinner.

I figured they wanted to know their new neighbors was...napoli.

Plus I was curious.

I'll come on and say it.

I'd never really talk to guys like them before.

Maybe a mold school.

But in my day, I wasn't exposed to those kinds of folks.

Even though I know it's supposed to be a different world nowadays, I still have a hard

time believing two men would make the choice.

I mean, what man looks at another man and says, let's be florists.

But it turns out that they were just normal businessmen who happened to be in the flowers.

We talk about a new world.

So from that, the regular guy is good drinkers too.

And we enjoyed lasagna a few bottles of wine.

I got around to asking about the home repairs and how they were going.

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