Son of former owners and resident at the house, Adam Haber visited out of the blue. Respectfully removed his shoes to survey his old bedroom up the stairs, which was Mercy's mostly, until she finally got married and moved in with her Fiancé (backed up accidentally into her Mercedes in the driveway, so that helped accelerate the process of acclimation). Currently, uninhabited.
He chatted with mom for awhile, then ventured downstairs, he and I greeting one another from across the room. I was draped in a sarong decorated with dolphins, but wasn't self-conscious, since he was that cordial and tall. He remembered Mrs. Katz across the street and the Merkins next door, acknowledging that they are our oldest neighbors in the 'hood. He went on to relay a story about the boiler room and how their cat was accidentally incinerated in there. Gross! We own a Maltese. And Filipinos are known to have had dogs for dinner, in a bygone era. The Chinese still consider cats a delicacy.
"words that are more easily seen coming from Bhet-Resh/BH-R words like הבער HeBH[E]R (a burning, kindling). But Welsh “fire”, tân," {Isaac Mozeson}
Anyway. Adam lives Somewhere on Long Island and owns a restaurant named Aldea, among other endeavors. I should have majored in Espionage or studied to become a Private Investigator. I should have also photographed our brief encounter. Nevertheless, he approves of how we've kept the property pleasant and says to expect his brother, Gordon, anytime soon. Did I mention he's tall? Emphasis on short Filipino Hobbits: "Filipinos are like Hobbits because they are a peace-loving, party people, who love to eat, drink, sing, dance, and laugh; who are secure in their visions, seeing well above the ordinary turn of events, giving hope to a cynical and litigious world, preferring, instead, the confines of The Shire." ~ Eunice Malijan, Hobbit House, Manila, Philippines
Adam: The neighborhood's mostly Filipino, right?
Eliyahu: Sort of.
