Visitors

It happened again. In the category of it could only happen to me/us, it happened again. As you might guess, living where we live, we don’t get many visitors dropping by our house. If you exclude the purple or brown attired delivery truck drivers, we don’t get more than a handful of visitors every year.


If you exclude the census takers from both 2010 and 2020 the handful is smaller. If you consider census takers visitors, you really don’t get many visitors. I have a recollection of the white-shirted, bicycle-riding religious guys stopping by years ago, but only once. I’m not sure that they actually stopped by or I just dreamed it.

It’s been at least fifteen years since any one of my brothers has stopped by. Elaine’s family have taken vacations and stopped by to visit.


Repairmen won’t come to our house. A fe