One thing I always loved about our old neighborhood was the ever-present touch of eclectic weirdness. I don't think I'm going to miss out on that here. Already, we have Walter Anderson's daughter (in-bizarre-costumes) riding her basketed bike around. And there's the guy who rides his bike pulling a little trailer in which his cat rides. And the roosters.
And at the construction site of the new house on the corner this morning, there was this: