Summertime is so telling when you live amongst a community of shared walls. In Philadelphia we always shared walls, rowhome after rowhome after rowhome, and no real yards to speak of (we lucked out though the further South we went into Philly and had this beautiful Italian marbled backyard - a little precarious when the boy was born but super cool none the less). Here in Denver, we live in a condo community of townhouses. Shared walls, shared fences, shared sounds, shared air, shared secrets. You know? In the summertime everyone opens their windows. And...in yet another reference to Miss Aimee Mann this week...I wanna sort of politely say "Hush Hush - Voices Carry" It's crazy. It might be why I have been rolling with closed windows and central air these days. You need more than summertime to get my secrets mutha fuckas. 
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stiles:
Ah, Philly. Rowhomes (or townhouses in the part of town I grew up in). At least my place later on had enough parking and fenced yard to ensure a modicum of privacy. I miss that place sometimes... but I sure don't miss dealing with the city government, L&I or the PPA.
yossarian_22:
Thank you! I just found some Hello Kitty Vans this weekend. I would have bought them for her but the store was full of (and staffed by) surly teens. I'll get them early one morning before the mall gets going.