Rear French Doors
It's extremely hot and humid in Minneapolis. (85+ with humidity to match at 10 PM.)
Last night I looked out my Marvin designer custom-french-doors with the hand-painted periwinkles, onto my elegant gardens and noticed my neighbor, dressed in a windbreaker with a hood and long ankle pants of the same rip-stop-nylon fabric - wearing what appeared to be asbestos gloves, burning unidentifiable objects in his Walmart portable fire pit in his backyard on his bricked crop-circle-style mini-patio not far from his wife's miniature fairie-village situated under their luscious, honeysuckle-laden, white-patinated picket fence.
He must have seen me because he immediately dashed back into the house, only to emerge moments later, looking very cool in a t-shirt and plaid shorts. I poked my head outside while he had disappeared and could smell what seemed to be a strong acrid chemical odor. Something is going on.
To be continued...
