Here comes the Neighborhood sage, on a razor with a wolf mask and alligator claws.

    

As war rages, kids sliding out, one foot down,  aiming down into my driveway, kid missiles, fast and hard to stop, they were wondering if I had any more left over Halloween candy to get rid of, what year was I born, what?, why did they have 19s before the other numbers in the old dates.

See, I was born in 1954 and I used that to baffle the little schemer. His brother, in a dinosaur mask and balloon pants, mohawked, on some kind of wheel, like a cross between a unicycle and an old Shovelhead Harley.

One of these jokers, at nine, plays sports and is in charge of his little brother, don't even think about it ever being any other way.

Their father is a giant famous Oregon logger, he lives, they live, right next door.

I am on the budget committee, they heard about it and want an update. The first question is what is a budget, then where do you get them?

 Me)'It's about saving money, always.

Them')I save money. I don't have a budget either. I ain't gettin' one either.

'he's an old crippled man, he informed his brother.

his yard has the most hummingbirds, so far

I paid up, two old Milky Ways.

Back to work.

At least I'm not JUST an old crippled man, I said. 

Since their mother taught them manners, they didn't laugh at me with their mouths full