Carl called yet again. Carl checks in via phone throughout the week, every week. I hope somebody takes Carl's phone away. He says "Welcome." He says that then he says nothing else. With Carl a pattern has formed.
We-Carl. others less prone to call-live in a close-knit row of houses. Everyone knows one another so Carl holds that this communion, this accidental proximity gives him permission to reign over telephone lines like he's the most diminutive Genghis Khan in history.
So what did Carl have to tell me this time? Passionately he tells me to come by; he wanted to show me something. Subterfuge bounces off Carl like a trampoline. I went to Carl's home
His yard is as obnoxious as the man himself. Celebrating winter ending he's set-up a giant, decorative bunny. Gaudy, swaying, it welcomes me as I head towards his front door. The best neighbor ever swings open the door before I can knock. Grasping my arm he back towards his front lawn. Carl looks up. I follow his lead. We're both looking up. This should be interesting.
I find out he asked me over so he could show me gutter covers, which he says keeps leaves from clogging it. And Carl, finally, was actually onto something.
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