With the street torn up out in front, we're a good deal more isolated than we used to be. With no traffic going by out in front, it feels as though we were living in a cul-de-sac.
My 15-year-old son Waldy dug a firepit in the back yard, and his friends have been coming over and hanging out around the fire for much of the summer.
Tonight, it's actually cool enough for the fire to be something more than a frivolous prop.
Fall is coming. The Oregon State students will be back, bringing with them noise and traffic and money. The busy but enjoyable nights when it seemed all the punky kids in Corvallis were in our back yard and our kitchen will end. I'm going to remember this summer fondly.
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