Our neighbors across the alley from us are from Flatbush. As in Brooklyn. As in it's wonderful to hear someone tawk right. They all have accents still. It's music to my ears. They made us a crumb cake. I hugged them. James is in love with their daughter Kerry. Like the county in Ireland Jean (the mom) told me. Could we be blessed with more perfect neighbors? I think not. They brought us coupons for the pizza places with the most like New York pizzas and Chinese restaurants. God Bless them. Feast your eyes on the crumb cake. I have asked for the recipe. You bet this will be made by me for Christmas when the fam comes. Delicious.
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