Across the street, I see a large, jolly-looking man with a white beard and white hair leaving the house of our neighbors, David and Shelby. It's mid-summer, but the man is wearing camouflage – the jacket, hat and hip waders of a duck hunter.
I grab my phone. I send a message to David: Santa Claus spends the off-season duck hunting?
David and I share an ongoing commentary on the comings and goings of the neighbors along our street.