Well, the revolving door keeps on a'spinnin'. When we moved into our house, 22 years ago, Nana was our next-door neighbor. Her husband was the one who developed this neighborhood. She was a great neighbor, and everyone called her Nana, even those not related to her.
A few years ago, she was getting old and frail, and had to move to a home. Since then, there seems to be a revolving door to her house. For the first few neighbors, I would make them a cherry cheese cake and welcome them to our block. Now I don't even bother. Today as I pulled into our driveway, I saw the moving van again. I wish I could buy the house myself. We shall see who moves in next, and how long they will last. We think Nana's ghost may be haunting the house, and it will take a special family to move in and make her happy. At least her rose bush is still growing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NxtFHNqq1Y
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