This is the third in the series on “The Characters of Cedar Run”. This is the subdivision I used to live in for 21 years. There are about eighteen stories within the series. Every now and then I will put one of these stories out for everyone to read.
As you turn into the Cedar Run subdivision, you are met with a tree lined road that winds a long distance down into the subdivision. While traveling down the road, you pass five streets on your right side. On the left side, there is only grass and the wooden fences from the houses in the subdivision to the north.
Tree Line Boulevard as it is called eventually turns right too. This is where all the houses are located. There are twenty houses on this street just like four of the other streets. The exception is the street with the pool and playground. That juts off into another street with an odd number of houses.
Five of the houses on the street have one-car garages, with the rest being two-car garages.
There is a pond behind the houses on the east side of the street.
At the sixth house on the west side (the right, if you’re driving), resides the house that I’ll be talking about here.
I know this is kind of a weird title for a story. It will become clear soon what I mean by it.
You’re probably wondering what feet have to do with this? It is the sole reason for this story. 🤣 (LOL!!) I wouldn’t be able to run with it without the feet.
After I moved into the house that I occupied for twenty-one years, I noticed the neighbors that lived directly behind us. I was looking out my bedroom window. Their sliding glass doors were opened. It was early evening. A light illuminated the living room. There were two recliners situated against the southern wall.
All I could see were feet.
When I wanted to talk to my Mom about someone in the community, I came up with a name for them. Hence, these people became “the feet people”. I would never talk to anyone else and describe them that way though. This was just an “internal” way between the two of us.
It’s much better than saying, the people behind us. Plus there were two houses behind us, so I would have had to come up with a method to describe them anyway.
They were an elderly couple. We never met them. They only lived there for a few years before they moved out. The only way I knew that was because I couldn’t see their feet anymore.
The gentleman’s name was Max. If you read, “The Van Guy”, you’ll get the full story on him calling me Max.
Conclusion
Stay tuned for some other interesting characters that would come to live in that house.
If this is your first time reading this series, make sure you check out the first in the series, “The Van Guy” and the second in the series, “The Pooper”.
Until next time, happy reading!
-Matt
Hahaha...I give my neighbors funny names, too. Nothing mean or derogatory...just nicknames to differentiate 'who's who' in the neighborhood.
I'm really enjoying this series of posts, Matt! Thank you for the tour of your former neighbourhood - I love this kind of stuff!