Things I remember, Part 2

I remember the Carps next door to us on Stanford Drive: an old lady and her grown son. She seemed to be constantly calling for him in an annoying voice: "Teddy! Teddy!". He would respond: "Coming Mother!". She was always complaining about something, like the tree in our front yard dropping leaves on their lawn.

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