Thursday, November 15, 2007
The passing of the dudes...
OK, don't worry, they didn't die. At least we don't think so.

"The Dudes" are two brothers who bought the house next door to us a number of years ago. They were quickly dubbed "The Dudes next door" by one of the kids, and from that day forward we always referred to them as "the dudes". They were not real friendly types, clearly drank way too much, spoke mostly in four-letter words, and we could hear their stereo thumping at 2 or 3 in the morning, even through the winter when all of our windows were closed. In spite of all that we more-or-less peacefully coexisted with them, mostly by ignoring them. That took some effort, as we had to endure without comment the loud music, the loud foul-mouthed discussions, the multiple loud drunken arguments over girlfriends (once requiring police intervention), to say nothing of the ten foot high bonfires they would build next to our property and then sit around it, blasting the radio, drinking, yelling and blowing off fireworks late into the night. Much of the wood for those fires was gathered by skulking about my backyard at night, grabbing wood. I always sort of wanted to hollow out an innocent looking 2" log, fill the hole with a quarter pound or so of black powder, plug up the hole and then leave it laying in the back yard for them to grab. It would have been big fun when they tossed that in the fire. Mrs. A stopped me from ever trying that trick, saying that it would likely blow sparks onto my roof and burn our house down. And I won't even try to detail the "Leaf-blower" or "Fence" incidents.

Anyhow, after all of that nonsense and much more, the Dudes have finally passed on to wherever Dudes go when they leave your neighborhood. We don't know any details, nobody on the street really spoke to them. One day it became obvious that one of the Dudes had moved out then a short while later, a "for sale" popped up in front of the house. After several months, the sign came down and the last Dude packed up and left without saying a word to anyone. Nobody knows why. I can't help but wonder if the 22 gallons of Dude-B-Gone that I sprayed around the place had anything to do with it.
thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:37 PM
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